Here I cracked open the door and yelled "Rabbit! Squirrel! Rats and mailman!!" because I like to tease him like that.
Finally at rest, faithful ball by his side.
I almost had a heart attack this morning when he took off and bolted down the street after Dan's car, something he'd never done before. He didn't even flinch when I called him back. Panic ensued. In my PJs, slippers and no glasses (blind), I began scraping my car as fast as I could so I could take off after him. My heart was racing, all I could imagine was this nearly-invisible white streak racing towards traffic on roads too slippery to stop short. I got halfway down the street before Dan returned with the dog in tow -- thank goodness he noticed Tycho in his rear view mirror and scooped him up before anything bad happened. I think I'm sporting some new gray hairs from this morning's drama!