Papa was a Rodeo
Do these look like three dogs up to NO GOOD? You would be CORRECT!
That guilty look on the sheppy face can mean only one thing--she-nanigans and he-nanigans afoot! Oh yes. We entered Stage Five of Project Ma Ape's Heart Attack. This morning she was diligently packing and moving things and carrying them to the car. Then she was going to mow the lawn, dogs happily inside in the AC.
And she's mowing mowing mowing when she sees PEPPY SHEPPYS IN THE BACKYARD! She looks! Back door is shut! Which means the FRONT DOOR was pried OPEN by nefarious noses and dogs were SPILLING INTO THE STREET. Or, rather, taking advantage of their new found freedom to run into....their own backyard!
Here is my ma ape's actual reaction:
One dog was extra special good. Well, so it seemed. The ma ape found me just chillin' in the open doorway. She thought I was being extra good but really I was just waiting for the Senior Citizen's Affordable Taxi (S.C.A.T. CAB! Yes, they actually call it that) to carry me off on adventures!
Oh yes, we are rambling men. And if I hadn't been caught I would be long gone. No really. Here's one of my favorite songs about the wandering life: