Escape Artist

My dog Chance (a cross between a black lab and a rottweiler) is becoming quite the escape artist. This past Monday is a good example. Our neighbor boy came over shortly after I left for work and told Missy that they had received several phone calls from people wondering if one of their dogs was loose. From the description the callers gave he guessed that it was Chance. He said that Chance had last been seen about a mile from our house, running down a main road. Missy had to take our jeep and go try to find him. She finally did; he was running right down the middle of the highway. She was able to pull off the road and get him into the back of the jeep, which is when the real fun started. Chance was very wet and muddy (it had just rained, and we have been having a lot of melting snow). Everyone knows what a wet dog does; yes, he thoroughly shook himself, spraying muddy water all over the back of the jeep. Then he decided to jump into the back seat, since nobody was there to stop him. To top it all off, he jumped into the front seat as soon as Missy got home. Needless to say, I was pretty frustrated with Chance that night as I tried to clean the jeep up. I still like him though.