Fully aware that I have been a slacker in the posting department this past week, I’m sharing an old story that I wrote a few weeks ago, but wasn’t sure I wanted to share. This little event happened the very first weekend Tucker was with us. At the time, it was a very traumatic experience, and I thought it painted us as horrible, neglectful foster parents. Looking back, it was really quite funny, and since no harm came of the entire ordeal, I thought what the heck – at the very least it can help Tucker’s future People make sure they’re prepared from the beginning…
Remember how I’ve shared that Tucker is an escape artist? Well this weekend he reminded us that you can’t take your eyes of him, even for a moment, if the door is open. He’s sneaky, he’s curious, and he’s FAST.
This past Sunday morning, as we were about to leave for breakfast, Tucker made a break for it. The door was open for a split second and out he went, through the yard and up the street and out of view. My heart literally stopped. As Foster Dad followed him, at a casual pace as not to lend to the game of “chase,” calling his name cheerfully, I flipped out. Oscar knew immediately something was wrong as I went tearing to the back of the house to get my shoes, threw them on my feet (not bothering to care that they were from two different pairs), grabbed the leash and the dog treats and ran after Foster Dad. By the time I caught up with him, we were in the yard of what we call the Cat House, three houses up from ours. These folks have feline friends in numbers that I can only estimate to be somewhere in the double digits, who come and go as they please through a cat door cut in their front porch. Well it might as well have been Christmas for Tucker – the smells! The freedom! The CATS to chase!! Looking back on the incident, after my heart re-started, it was absolutely hilarious watching Tuck literally bound like a deer around their yard, chasing after cats he had no prayer of actually catching.
“Tucker! Come!” (At this point, Tucker barely responded to his name, let alone “come.”)
“Want a treat??” (While Tuck is fully aware of what freeze dried liver is, and that he LOVES it, he certainly did not know it as “treat.”)
While he was distracted by the felines we thought we might have a shot of catching him, but he saw us and turned on his little paw and bounded off towards the back of their house, and over a drop off in their back yard to the street behind our house. At this point, I am FREAKING OUT – he’s gone for good, no one will ever be able to catch him, we’re going to get black balled from our rescue’s foster list, ultimate foster fail.
Foster Dad, thank GAWD, kept a clear head. In situations like this when I am a complete basket case, I respond best to direct orders, so when he turned to me and said, “Go get the car!” I jumped to action. I took off running in my mis-matched flip flops. I ran to the house to grab the car keys and back to the front porch. Thinking twice, I turned around to grab Oscar to bring him along, thinking maybe he could entice Tucker back to us. Like I said, Oscar knew something was wrong, so he obediently sat while I clipped his collar and leash on him with shaking hands, and ran with me to the car. Now Oscar doesn’t really care for the car all that much – while he’s very athletic and can leap to the top of a picnic table from a stand still, the back seat of my Accord poses a huge challenge for him. Not today – jumped right inside, and I made a mental note to reward Oscar with the biggest peanut butter stuffed Kong he’s ever seen if we successfully get Tucker back in one piece.
By the time I got Oscar in the car, Foster Dad had gotten back too and jumped in the drivers’ side. The Hollywood driving outta him I saw that morning was nothing short of impressive. We tore around the block to the street behind our house, to where we had last seen Tucker disappear to. Foster Dad spotted him darting between two houses. We pulled into their driveway, tires squealing, he jumped out and ran to the back yard while I grabbed Oscar. When we got to the back of the house, there was Tucker, having the absolute time of his life. As soon as he saw Oscar he ran right up to us – Foster Dad gave him a treat and scooped him right up.
The entire ordeal couldn’t have lasted more than 10 minutes, but it felt like hours, and definitely took at least a year off my life. Thankfully, Tucker got home safe, and perhaps this little event will help Tuck’s People to always remember to guard the door with your life – Tucker’s might depend on it!
To adopt this little Houdini, please contact Agape Animal Rescue.