It has not happened often, but it has happened.....four times since we've moved to this house - and two of those times in the last 10 days.
The first of those, he barely made it out of the gate. I called him and like a semi-good boy he came right back.
The second time was horrible. I had closed the driveway gates and we let him run about the yard. But he got out. It seems we have a side gate, which I kind of knew about but don't go over to. An AT&T worker left it open - unknown to us. And he was gone.
It was dark. It was night. And he was not responding to our calls. I was scared beyond belief with no real way to think we'd find him and hoping someone would and they'd scan for his chip.
As I went to go get the car to start driving around, I saw his ass wiggling on the other side of our neighbor's fence. He was smart enough to get back there, just not smart enough to get out - which isn't a bad thing.
And he was too stupid to bark when he heard us call him 651 times in 10 minutes. I think it ended up being a stressful night for all of us. I swear I had PTSD for two days.
So, because of that, Shep got an early holiday present: Apple Air Tags.
Apple will say they're not for pets. Screw 'em. They also say not to put it on automobiles or other people to stalk them. But they have to say that. If I wanna track my dog,
Steve Jobs' ghost Tim Cook can't tell me what to do.
One is on his collar right now! .....as you can see. Honestly, I hope we never need to test them, but.......better safe than sorry.
I guess we'll see how accurate they are, but so far so good. ....it's been four hours and it says he's on the couch,*