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Twice in the last 3 days, Mister Hairy Houdini Husky here managed to escape from the back yard through a rotten fence board, completely unbeknownst to me until my next-door neighbor, Meghan, called to tell me he was outside my front gate waiting patiently to be let back in.



I found his escape route soon enough, but despite me blocking it with a piece of plywood and a deck chair, he managed to push all that aside and escape again. Then yesterday, thanks to my neighbor in back, Steve, the fence was finally secured, so Sneaky-Pete will hopefully be staying put now; at least until he finds another way out in future.

Nice to have neighbors looking out for my dog and me. :) I do worry about Zigzag getting out, though, because he is not car-savvy at all and just dashes out into the road without looking. He also bears grudges against a couple of other male dogs in the area and I'm concerned he might get into a fight with one or both of them if he got the chance. But, not this time, and hopefully never if I can help it.

 

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...to Zigzag! He came to live with me 6 years ago today. 🐕 He was 2 then, so he's a middle-aged gent of 8 now. Time does fly...


The very first pic of my scruffy new pal, June 1, 2015. He was definitely in need of a bath.


I don't think I ever told the story of how he got named "Zigzag." He was called "Spirit" before, or at least that's what I was told, but he never answered to it. I'd call him that and get no response at all. Pretty quickly I concluded that the name was probably just as fake as the one the previous owner used for herself, and I'd have to come up with a new one. But what?


Pretty boy! Happy Zigzag after his first visit to the grooming parlor, June 9, 2015.


Then, four days after I got him, I'm taking him for a walk, and, still curious about his new neighborhood, he pulls me hard over to the left to check something out, then he pulls me hard over to the right for something else, then back to the left, then right, then left, right, left, right, and pretty soon I say out loud, "Wow, you really zig-zag!" *ding!* "Zigzag"! I liked the sound of that, and I guess he did, too, because he started responding to it right away.

So that's how he became Zigzag: the husky who can't walk a straight line. 🐕


Those baby blues, November 18, 2015.

 

Six months

Jul. 28th, 2019 12:50 pm
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Shadow's been gone six months today. Still missing him a lot, and feeling nostalgic in general about the all-too-brief period in my life when I had two dogs. I doubt that will ever happen again.





Had this dream this morning.

I'm walking Shadow along a sidewalk.
Zigzag runs to join us.
Two dogs together, only one leash.
I take the leash off Shadow and put it on Zigzag.
We all get to the corner together.
Cross the street, Shadow vanishes.
A few steps more, Zigzag's gone, too.
Now I'm alone.


Pretty obvious symbolism there.

Not a happy day, as you might guess.

 

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