TINKER BOLTS BUT NOT ME!
Bob and I headed out for our last walk a couple of days ago at 23:15. An SUV pulls up to us and a women rolls down the window and unlike one of those crime shows no gun was shoved in Bob’s face but rather a mobile phone with a picture of a dog by the name of Tinker who had bolted in the hood. Bob said we did not see Tinker. The lady responded that if we found Tinker we were to call the phone numbers on his tag.
Bob and Fay have encountered four bolters in their years here in Toronto. All worked out well. A second of distraction is all it takes! We extended our walk for a couple of blocks Bob gently calling out “Tinker” but to no avail.
Yesterday afternoon I slipped out of the house undetected for about thirty seconds and Bob came after me immediately ordering me to sit in a stern voice, picked me up and brought me back home muttering how in earth did I escape. Why on earth would I bolt! Good food, lots of toys, belly rubs, treats and walks galore.
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