I'll admit - I'm a helicopter "parent". I'm fiercely protective of my little pup and my little pup is fiercely adventurous. Before we moved to Virginia he was used to a life of roaming free on the acres of land that surrounded our house...and while he's adjusted just fine to the leash lifestyle, he still longs to break free.
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| Front porch sitting... |
My Mom is convinced that he can be happy relaxing in the sun on the front porch - but I know better than that. I know his spirit is wild and he wants nothing more than to get off the porch and investigate life. We tested my Mom's theory yesterday...
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| Creeping closer to the front of the porch - under the guise of smelling the plants. |
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| Mere steps from the edge... |
After about ten minutes - I was proven right. I'd been going back and forth, back and forth...you know, hovering - like a helicopter. Sure enough, I returned to peer our the door and he was gone! I ran out in the yard yelling his name and after FOUR calls, he came racing around from the backyard...quite pleased with himself.
In short - he's a rascal and I'm a helicopter parent. And this time I was right - he can't just sit still.
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