Friday night after we put the kids to bed Ken open the back door to let our dog in for the night. Banjo wasn't there. The best we can figure is our side gate wasn't closed tight after some yard maintenance on Thursday morning. Some time Friday evening Banjo must have noticed the escape path and made a run for it. When he's gotten out before it's always been with one of us chasing right behind him. He runs as fast as possible toward the street or, if possible, into an open garage of a neighbor's house. We checked along the path of the walks we take him on around the neighborhood but by that point he had been out for at least an hour- probably more. We've contacted the police and posted a lost dog notice on Craigslist. Now we're keeping our eyes open and hoping he finds his way home. Tonight someone called, but the dog she found wasn't Banjo. I am getting more and more sad as time passes.
We got Banjo 6 1/2 years ago for Ken's birthday. He was such a cute puppy!
He didn't stay this small very long,
but while he was little he loved to ride in the stroller basket when I tried to take him for a walk.
As you can see, he grew up kind of like Clifford the Big Red dog. He was big and not very well behaved, but he was gentle with the kids and always cleaned up the floors for me after dinner.
When we told the kids Saturday morning, Dylan's reaction was not at all what I expected. "If Banjo's a flatso, can we get a dachshund?" he asked me. Wow, that's a boy who loves his dog! To be fair, today when it became apparent that Banjo really might not be coming back Dylan got a little teary. But he still wants a dachshund.
We got Banjo 6 1/2 years ago for Ken's birthday. He was such a cute puppy!
He didn't stay this small very long,
but while he was little he loved to ride in the stroller basket when I tried to take him for a walk.
As you can see, he grew up kind of like Clifford the Big Red dog. He was big and not very well behaved, but he was gentle with the kids and always cleaned up the floors for me after dinner.
When we told the kids Saturday morning, Dylan's reaction was not at all what I expected. "If Banjo's a flatso, can we get a dachshund?" he asked me. Wow, that's a boy who loves his dog! To be fair, today when it became apparent that Banjo really might not be coming back Dylan got a little teary. But he still wants a dachshund.
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Rachel used to be terrified of Banjo...when we'd go for a walk we have to walk on the otherside of the street so Banjo wouldn't bark at her!:) good luck!