Bad Dog

My alarm clock came running up the stairs this morning and we went for our walk around the block. I had put out the trash and had gathered an armload of newspapers to put in the bin when Duke bolted out the door. He crossed Studewood in 8AM traffic and found his way to the dog park. My calls went unheeded as he thought I was playing. A stranger grabbed him and he found I had a use for the newspaper. It was a long walk home. Putting him outsied as punishment produced the most pathetic cries but he was not coming in. I need to post a recent picture as Duke is growing.