Hark! Below! The first BoD story!! These stories will periodically appear to share some of the goings-on at the Tom Home – and to serve as a reminder that every household has tidbits.
BoD? He’s our recently adopted 18 month-or-so dachshund. The story’s title? “Caught the First Time”.
Ron and I arrived home from a gathering at the Polks’ the first Wednesday we belonged to BoD. BoD was missing. We had put him into the fenced-in area without realizing the gate was open. BoD had run off. “Oh nooo,” we thought. We called and called and this long little doggie who has our heartstrings didn’t appear. Ron eventually walked around the corner in our backyard – and there, under the oak tree, was BoD. He was sitting inside the live trap I set up for feral cats!!! BoD had gone about 200 of his little steps and was caught – the first time he ran off.
