It sounds like a Berkeley Breathed story, doesn't it?
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The combination of sleepwalking stories and walking out the door stories are freaking me out. Ellie started sleepwalking a few nights ago. Thankfully, she can't open the doors yet.
t glares at Ellie
No sleepwalking, Missy!
Oops, meant to post that in natter.
I would go traipsing through the wooded area behind our house and a neighbor's basset hound would follow and then lead me home.
One of my friends had a doberman nanny. His mom would put him in the front yard without a care and the dog would keep him from crawling or walking off.
I had a dachsund nanny named Danger. He was my aunt's dog. He would even keep bugs off me.
Have we found that pause button for the planet yet, so that I can get my shit together?
This, please.
Ooo, Cash! Too scary.
Hey, the world needs chaotic neutral too.
The dog nannies sound adorable.
I was a polite enough kid that I often told my mother where I was going. Sometimes it took her a while to put "to see Daddy" and "out beyond the breakers" together, but my legs were very short. I did get returned from sitting in the middle of the street playing once too. But I'm not sure what the mechanism for us being watched was.
Like Good Dog Carl: [link]
I have no memory of me wandering off as a child. I think I was pretty happy to stay where I was, as long as I had a book and a stuffed animal to talk to.
My cat once jumped on the back of a Doberman who got into our yard and was heading for me. She rode him for a couple of blocks. He never came in our yard again.