Machete finds a sweet Spot
Wily Machete escaped from me on Friday night. Having chased him down a few times now, I’ve figured out that it’s best to just grab a leash, give him a wide berth and let him run himself tired. He dashes aimlessly but only within a three-block section of the trail that we regularly walk.
Sometimes, he’ll find puddle of water and lay down in it. Sometimes he’ll dive under a tree and emerge with a plastic sack looped around his neck and flapping in the breeze like a superhero’s cape. (OK, that only happened once, and I desperately wish I had a photo.) On Friday night, I looked up to see him romping through the grass with a fellow bully dog.
Spot was patrolling the area surrounding a car lot. He came right up to me when I had any of the dogs with me. I recognized him as (most likely) the white dog we’ve often seen walking around the car lot with the guys who work there. He was reluctant to leave the general area, but since I did see him cross the busy street a few times, I though it wise to take him somewhere safe for the night.
With no collar or tags, I didn’t know this dog with a shiner spot was called Spot, so I started calling him Sweet Petey because he reminded me of Petey, the dog from Our Gang.