Meet Coal. He is a great dog. Given the opportunity, Coal doesn't mind taking the scenic route.
I was watering our flowers the other day. Several hours later, I noticed Coal was not on the porch. He is an outside dog. As you know, it is about the temperature of Mercury around here lately. I figured he was long gone since it had been so long. The kids were all asleep for their naps and I couldn't go look for him.
I opened the garage door to call for him and I found him resting on the mat in the garage. Too hot even for a dog to run away with a wide open gate!
A little over a year ago, I got a call. Very early. Like something was wrong early. A sweet little lady just wanted me to know that Coal was in her laundry room. She complemented him and told me what a good dog he was. I couldn't take it all in when she was telling me, as I was still in shock that she told me OUR dog was in HER laundry room. Apparently, he went in through her doggie door. Nice.