CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- Some apologies are in order.
The house next door to us is for sale.
While ours looks like we're content providers for Better Junkyards & Gardens.
The article about us would be titled, "Effects of having survived another winter with an escape-artist dog."
Our daughter's dog, Chewie, appears determined to leave us. I'm not sure what causes his extreme discontent. While indoors, he seems happy as he struts cockily from room to room, making certain no cat gets too comfy and no dog receives something not first offered to him.
Somewhere under that sweet, shaggy exterior beats the heart of a dog that dreams bigger dreams. A dog not limited by chain link and the junk piled against it by weak-minded humans attempting to keep him confined.
Yes. I admit. We hold Chewie back. We've been open with him about our reasons, explaining it's our duty to keep him grounded and that we do so out of love (and a desire not to be sued).
In Chewie's mind, though, he must believe we do so out of fear he'll succeed and leave us behind once he manages to breach our sloppily reinforced borders.
Is it fame he seeks? Stardom? A reattachment of those dangly appendages so cruelly removed when he was but a wee pup?