The Great Escape

When Tug sees me pick up my lunchbag, water jug and purse he doesn't even accompany me to the door anymore. If it's just my purse, though, he's hoping to go along. I seriously doubt he understands the concept of leaving for work versus errands but he knows the paraphenalia means different things.

Last week Mama wasn't feeling well and, as I was leaving for work, saw one of our neighbors and asked me to tell him something for her. I was at the bottom of the stairs talking to him when I realized Mama was standing in the condo doorway upstairs to add a word or two. Suddenly, a little black streak crosses the cat walk and barrels down the stairs towards me (and our neighbor whom Tug likes). I drop the lunch bag, water jug, purse and keys to grab Tug and take him back up the stairs to Mama.

He's never tried to run out before (though he has tried to get out of the door to jump up and greet us as we enter). Tug goes "au natural" in the house- no collar with tags. So, if the little nudist had gotten past me on the stairs and not stayed to be petted we would have had a serious incident on our hands. It's just a sign of how badly Mama felt that she didn't pull the door to behind her. (Also, she wasn't properly dressed as she was sick so she didn't want to appear in front of our neighbor.)