Malcolm’s Mayhem 9
Never take a Bull Terrier for a walk and buy them ice cream. I’m not kidding they love it. Malcolm learned where the ice cream store was on his first trip. We stopped there often after that. The store is only six blocks from our house.
On the occasional escape from our fenced yard he’d set off in that direction. Did he ever make it there on his own? No, there were too many exciting things along the way to distract him. However, knowing what direction he’d go was a great help in finding him.
Dear Hubby has a favorite story about one time. It seems that DH and his friend forgot to close the inside basement door, the outside basement door, and the gate to the yard. It was only a matter of a few minutes before they were in a panic. Malcolm had managed to wander down into the basement, up into the yard, and out of the gate. DH and his friend knew that if they didn’t find my dog before I got home they were both dead meat.
They spotted a kid at the end of the block and asked him if he’d seen a white dog. Yes, he had and he pointed them west. Immediately DH realized Malcolm was going in the direction of the ice cream store. They began to walk in that direction, one on each side of the street. Four blocks along the street, DH saw a man staring down an alley to the one side. He had one of those ‘aha’ moments and asked the man if he’d seen a white dog. The man pointed out a back porch. DH looked over the fence and there was Malcolm on a porch swing, having his belly tickled by an older woman. DH called his name. Malcolm looked over at him and wagged his tail faster. The dog didn’t have the grace to look ashamed he was enjoying the attention too much.
The woman said to DH, “I knew he was too sweet to not have someone looking for him.”
Once DH had leashed Malcolm and led him out of the nice woman’s yard, you guessed it, the dog turned towards the ice cream store…
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Doggonedmysteries 
Malcolm was totally wonderful – I like a dog who knows his mind, and everyone else’s too.
My BoomertheGreat had a thing for pizza – had to do with our favorite pizza palace spoiling him with a plate heaping full of meat that ‘had fallen on the floor – opps’ along with a bowl of water everytime we went there. Our game was to try and ask each other if we wanted pizza without saying or spelling pizza, pepperoni, the name of the restaurant, the name of the street it was on, the word round, or the sentence “Do you want a big one?”. He understood them all, would grab his leash, open the front door (the only time he ever did it), and all 120 pounds of him would sit there grinning at us and drooling.
Boomer sounds like these guys when it comes to pizza. They can spell it too. All our dogs learned to spell pizza, ice cream, walk, dinner, and quite a few other words. But nothing compares to the ruckus that the P word causes here.
It is so funny where dogs will go when they have that chance to escape for more than 2 minutes. My Wonder Pup runs straight to the neighbors yard every time. I think her and the bulldog next door have a fling going on through the fence. So it is a huge treat when they get to see each other face to face rather than thru the knot holes in the wooden fence.
Ya never know what dogs will do, one thing I DO know…. they might be unpredictable but never as much as humans! Thanks for the great stories so far! I am a true fan!!!! Bravo
Michele you’ve made me blush.
Thank you.