Gibson and Ghetto continue to drive us mad  enhance our daily lives, and in particular with their clever schemes and tricks for ... running away.

They have turned Running Away into an art form, and us into paranoid dog owners with a constant eye on the gate and an ear open for shrieking chickens or stampeding horses ...

....  life could be so simple  .....
Their Running Away takes two forms.  First of all via the gate.  If we forget to shut it properly they are both off, hightailing it across fields, punch drunk on their freedom.

Mind you, a closed gate is actually a mere formality for Ghetto.  There is a wonderful world out there, just waiting for him and if  he can still escape, he will!   ... this week I actually caught him on film ...
 ..... this is me watching him go ......

   ....and this is me waiting for him on the other side ...where he was of course not the slightest bit embarrassed to find me, camera in hand!

As you know I like to walk these mutts as often as I can in the forest - excellent therapy for all concerned be they two or four legged.
I am now in the habit of keeping Ghetto on a lead until we have passed all the horse pastures on the way to the forest.   One, because I don't have time to chase him through fields and two, because I couldn't afford the vet's bill if he caused any harm to my neighbours horses.

 Horses, in Ghettos tiny mind, are simply toys  to play wi...