All Things Profane and Sacred

We nearly lost Pogo yesterday. We were taking a family trip to the park, and were all geared up with enough poop bags and tennis balls to handle any emergency situation (any emergency situation involving poop or balls, that is. Wait, that's not quite what I meant). Anyway, we were trying to cross busy old Freemont to get to Irving park at prime mow you down frogger hour. After waiting several minutes, with the dogs getting more and more impatient, we spied a break in traffic and rushed accross the street. Unknown to J, Pogo had set down his tennis ball when we stopped. Also unknown to J, Pogo's collar was too loose. When we dashed accross the street, Pogo realized he had lost his ball and pulled in the opposite direction. His collar popped off and he started running accross the road, right in front of a big red SUV.

Luckily he wasn't hit and we went on to the park and ball catching and running around and wagging. He and Jude are quite a pair-my little snausages.