Monday, February 26, 2018

Runaway Arran...

We had some excitement yesterday after our fabulous day in the Black Forest.  The front door to our house doesn't close properly on its own.  If you aren't careful to close it securely, it will come ajar without your knowledge.  Yesterday, when we got home from our day trip to Wolfach, Arran discovered the door that Bill neglected to close.  He slipped out without either of us knowing.

There's no telling how long the door was open before Arran escaped.  He had been playing with his toys just a little while before Bill discovered he was gone.

I was in the shower when Arran went on the lam.  My hair was soaking wet, so Bill went out on his own to look for our wayward hound.  Since he didn't see Arran run out, he didn't know which way to go.  He started down to the area where we usually walk the dogs and ran into some people who know us and our dogs.  There's a beagle who lives in our neighborhood named Oskar and he's friends with Zane and Arran.  Oskar's people saw Arran run by, so they pointed Bill in the right direction.  Then, an older guy with a van and a large border collie actually picked Bill up and drove him in the direction Arran went.

It turned out Arran basically ran a big loop.  He took himself on a high speed version of one of our walks and he'd actually gotten very close to home when a neighbor coaxed him into her house.  She was standing outside waiting when Bill arrived, courtesy of the guy with the van.  He collected Arran and brought him back home, maybe 30 minutes after he'd first gotten out.  Arran was very excited when he got home and was jumping around.  He almost got Zane playing with him.

It's not like Arran to run off.  When he's escaped, he's always been easy to catch.  He doesn't usually go far or run away from home.  Usually, Zane's the one who freaks us out when he escapes.  However, Zane is not as fast as Arran is, and he gets easily distracted by smells.  Also, Zane usually stays within eyeshot of us and will follow us if we start walking the other direction.  What made yesterday so scary is that we didn't see Arran escape and didn't see which way he went.  He apparently bolted anyway.

I am very grateful to our neighbors for helping us corral him and keeping him safe.  The last time this happened in Texas, I asked a neighbor to grab Zane's collar and the guy just walked away.  Here, they were bending over to assist, which is very refreshing.  We live in a friendly neighborhood.  Not every neighborhood is as dog friendly as ours is, but I think Germans, as a whole, are more community minded than Americans are.  Of course, it probably depends on the area.

Anyway, Arran is fine.  He slept on the futon last night instead of between Bill and me.  He's also been snuggling up to us, though, as if to say he's sorry for running off.  

He's very proud of himself after his daring escape...


  1. Arran sounds kind of like a naughty teenager.

    You're probably right that Germans are generally more community-minded than Americans are. The last community in which my family lived together in northern California was somewhat tightly knit, and we had a great neighborhood. My aunt Jillian lives in a cool neighborhood where they have social events for the entire neighborhood several times every year, and the neighbors all know each other. When I was over there in December, a neighbor lady brought her baby, who usually naps in his stroller, over to Jillian's house for a few minutes so she didn't have to wake him up by putting him in his car seat when she went to pick her husband up from the hospital after a 30-hour shift. (Some of residents don't drive themselves home after long shifts after one of them fell asleep at the wheel last fall on her way home and had a serious accident.) The lady leaves her baby with Jillian or Scott and Jillian anytime they're home if he's asleep in his stroller when she has to pick her husband up. She's trained the baby to nap in the stroller so he can be moved without being woken up. People borrow eggs or vanilla extract or whatever they need from each other if they're cooking and find that they're missing an ingredient. The neighbors on both sides of Jillians's house have alarms that ring in their houses in additionally alerting 911 if Jillian has a health crisis. if they're home, the neighbors get their quicker than 911 emergency personnel do, and they're all either physicians or have emergency medical training (fire department). Everyone helps and looks out for everyone else's pets and kids. It's such a fun and friendly neighborhood.

    1. I remember when I was growing up, that was how our neighborhoods were. People helped each other.

      Arran is probably the most complex of all of the dogs we've had. He's very deep. And right now, he has hideous breath.


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