When we were at Colorado Tartan Days to work in the Rocky Mountain Scottie Rescue booth, I almost gave Wen a heart attack! She had just gotten me out of my crate and she had me on a leash, standing next to her while she was getting my sister, Sadie, out of her crate and I jerked my head, slipped out of my collar, and made a run for it!
I ran like the wind out of the Scottie Rescue tent and around the back side of several other tents, noticing that Wen and several other Scottie club members were chasing me. Did I stop? Heck no, I kept on running with Wen hot on my heels until something made me pause to sniff at the corner of a tent and Wen made a flying leap to grab me. She scooped me up and carried me back to the Scottie Rescue tent and all of a sudden I was back in my crate, probably so I could take a few minutes to think about what I had just done. Meanwhile, Wen got Sadie out of her crate and had her on a table to meet and greet the people who stopped to visit with the club members’ Scotties.
After awhile, I was meeting and greeting people too, but Wen had a firm grasp on my collar, just in case I decided to make another break for freedom. I guess that she didn’t appreciate my almost giving her a heart attack and in case you are wondering, I was a perfect angel the rest of the tine we spent at the festival. No more almost heart attacks!
I really am a good boy!
