Or is it, "huskies will be huskies?" Ryan & I took the dogs on a walk this evening. On their last outing (I didn't go), Ryan found a great place to let them off their leads and run, swim, dig, whatever they wanted to do... and they were totally obedient and behaved. This time, however, about 10 minutes into the walk, they take off and don't come back. (Typical, huh? I know what you're thinking.) Anticipating that they'll eventually return, like they do when we're horseback riding, we keep truckin and occassionally call out their names. Probably 30 minutes later, we're beginning to wonder what happened to them and turn around to head back towards the house. As soon as we do so, Ryan gets a call... it's the MPs. They spotted the kiddos running across THIS road, nearly get hit by a car, and head up towards the hospital. Luckily, instead of calling animal control, they decided to pick them up and call the number on their dog tags. Speaking of dog tags, I can't tell you how often they have been put to use from others, both citizens and police. Huskies were born to run... and run... and run. It's been about four years since they were last picked up by the cops. Oh our little delinquents. And guess who attempted to evade the MPs... yep, you guessed it, Libby. Dax went straight up to them, but Libby took off and tried to turn it into a game, which she lost. Anyway, I wish I'd gotten a picture of them in the backseat. Although I'm sure there'll be another time they're brought home by the police.
