Not good. Having a bad week.
Bruno escaped on Monday. Took him to the vet for his booster and an exam. He didn't like anything about that. As soon as we returned home I tried brushing his jowls to get him in a better mood (he loves that more than almost anything else). The only time he won't let me brush/comb him is when he's in attack mode with his toys. Then all bets are off and he has no time for anyone nor anything else. Well, he was still huffy from the vet visit and didn't even want to get brushed, so I let him be and went on the deck. He rushed out just as I open the door. I have a raised deck with a
slatted fence. He quickly ran to the slats and squeezed himself through and off he went running. I have been heart broken ever since.
Posters have been passed out, vets have been called, shelters and neighbors notified, his poster is on social media. I've been out searching for him while shaking his treats and calling out to him. Will get Rick to put up some chicken wire (or something) on the fence to help prevent this from happening again.
I drove into the garage door tryna get out quickly to search for Bruno when he initially ran off. The garage door is dented and won't fully close. I'll need to fix or replace it soon before the HOA notify me.
Now
the air conditioner stopped working and will need a tune-up soon.
And it's only Wednesday.
Mostly I've been sad since he's been away, but I smile each time I remember that cutie pie squeezing and wriggling his big booty through that slatted fence. There is that.