My Dog The Flight Risk

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it before but besides my 4 kids, we also have a dog. My husband and I got him shortly before we got married which makes him a little over 10 years old.   He’s really quite a cute dog! Buddy, is a mix between Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and Bichon Frise. I take full responsibility for wanting him. I searched for endless hours to find the perfect dog and when I stumbled upon him, from a breeder in Iowa, it was love at first sight! Fast forward to present day, and all I can say is man…he causes me more stress than my kids some days! I should let you know that besides being a Cavachon(or high priced mutt as my husband likes to say), I swear he may also be part track star. In a matter of 2 weeks he’s managed to escape our backyard and take off over a handful of times! Each time it happens, it seems that he gets farther and farther away! One time he wound up down the street on a neighbor’s porch. One time he wound up almost on Madison Avenue, and his most recent Houdini escape found him face to face with the train tracks! I don’t know what it is. I would imagine that by now, 10 years later, he’d be too old and tired to run away from home. Each time it happens, however, I find myself dreading the conversation with my kids if we aren’t lucky enough to get him back. Today it was our neighbors to the rescue! (even ones we have never even met before) Between running after him themselves, posting on Facebook that he’s gone missing again, or simply coming over and watching our kids so we can run after him, we are so lucky to have the neighbors that we do!

As I sit here writing this, Buddy is actually laying at my feet sleeping. He usually falls asleep with my oldest son(who will tell me repeatedly how lucky he is that we got him) and then once he knows he’s asleep he makes his way into my room and finds a comfy spot on the floor. He really is a good dog, behind all the barking and puppy spasms that he goes through daily! I’m attaching a photo of him so this way, when(and I say when because I’m sure it will happen again) he gets out, please grab him tight if you see him. He has a family at home that loves him and I really don’t want to have to explain to my kids that we couldn’t get him back. I’m not ready for that type of meltdown from them! Also, special special thanks to everyone who’s already done something to make sure Buddy is home safely.