Is there anything more depressing to come back home and find your puppy that you've had for all of one week gone only to hear the neighbors say that right after I left he hurdled a fence (honest to god, didn't think he could make a jump like that) and start running down the road after you?
Here's to hoping that someone turns him in or humane society gets a hold of him
Here's to hoping that someone turns him in or humane society gets a hold of him