Grounded!!

Well I’m grounded. Apparently you can only run from your parents in a playful manner on their terms. I was at the lighthouse and I having fun, saying hi to all my peeps, ignoring my Dad, you know having fun. That’s when it occurred to me, I could just keep going, so I did. I was running, and running…but I did stop to get my cookie from the maritime museum workers, and I kept running. I knew I was in trouble, cause my Dad was calling my name, and moving at an unusually brisk pace, and calling my name. I figured it would be best to just keep going. That’s when I made my move. I kicked it into four paws, and booked it across the street, dodge and weave- those cars couldn't’t touch me. I went the only direction I knew, towards home. My Dad lost sight of me, but I could still hear him yelling. Since he was out of sight I decided to enjoy my new found freedom. I was strolling by the church and this car rolled up, with some other dogs in it. They were totally talking smack. Their Mom got out and grabbed my collar and was looking at my ID, that’s when my Dad came running up. He was really calm. He apologized and thanked the lady, and we walked home. My Dad didn’t yell, or alpha roll me; we just walked home in silence. It was pretty bad. When we got home my Mom was waiting for me with a towel, and she didn’t say much either. I was like, hey good deal. They kept saying, you’re grounded! I don’t know what that means? It’s been about a week, and I no longer get to run out to the peer off leash, I think I know what ‘your grounded' means. I don’t think I like it.