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Mama Speck and her little Peanut. I love their conversations.
So. Tyr, my dog, is a Great Pyraneese. This is important because this breed is known to be smart. Not in the way a German Shepherd or border Collie is smart, and wanting to please a human; Great Pyrs are independent minded and bred to Be Management of herds when a human might not be around.
Anyway.
It has been very pleasant out. We had the windows cracked and left them cracked when we went to work. This has never been an issue before.
My darling spouse was working on a job in a small town about a mile from our place. He was getting some stuff from the work van when he sees a large white dog prancing along.
"Huh." He thinks. "That looks an awful lot like.....TYR WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE."
Tyr, delighted that she has Found Father, bounds up happily and gets in the work van to give face kisses.
"GIRL NO WHAT." Kev says, scrambling to go let the client know that he has to take the fucking criminal back home real quick.
Turns out she discovered that a window can be shoved open with a determined snoot, and a window screen is not as strong as 80 pounds of muscular dog. And went for an adventure.
I got a call at this point while I was doing payroll.
"BABE WE NEED TO BABY GATE ALL THE FUCKING WINDOWS." My spouse says.
"....okay??" I say, and then get the story. I swore a bunch.
Anyway my dog is a criminal escape artist and we have to baby proof the fucking windows now
Years ago I adopted a Great Dane from a rescue. Buddy was a big, beautiful brindle, very gentle and sweet, and we always wondered how such an amazing dog could have wound up in a rescue situation. He also had a scar on his leg that we were curious about.
We had another dog at the time, a Boxer named Lucy, and they were great friends and constant companions.
There was an occasion where Lucy needed to be at the vet, and Buddy was left home alone during the day.
We came home to find him wandering the yard, and a shattered window in the living room. Both mysteries suddenly cleared up at once.
We were fortunate that he chose a first story window, that he was not injured by the glass or the jump, and that he chose to stay close by and not wander off (those long legs could have taken him pretty far). He never had another occasion to be left alone so it never happened again, but man. My heart was in my throat!
The snowbeast in her native habitat. 20° and she is so happy to be out in it!