“Hurry Mom! Cosette ran off. Max came to get me,” my daughter called to me.
I ran to the door and saw my 90-pound poodle staring up at me. “Where is she? Show me,” I said to Max. He raced around the side of the house and zipped up and down the line of the invisible fence that faced the wooded area next to a busy road.
An invisible fence surrounds our yard to protect our dogs from wandering. Since both my dogs now know the boundary, half the time I don’t bother with their collars. Big mistake this day. A passing deer was too much temptation for my huntress.
“Cosette,” I yelled. “Come; come now!”
My heart flipped when my daughter spotted a blur of white racing along the road filled with five o’clock traffic. Finally, she pranced home happy from her chase. Later we noticed her limp—and a trail of blood.Continue Reading
