We’ve had our little dog, Izzy, less than a year. Our former dog, Buzzy had died not long before. Our big dog, Croc, was lost without his friend. My niece, a rural mail carrier, called us about Izzy. It seems a lady on her route had several dogs. Izzy strayed up to her house, begging to be let in. She was kind enough to rescue him but busied herself hunting him a new home.
He is adorable but almost instantly we discovered his little secret. He’s a runner! That’s likely how he got to his foster home to start with. He’d not been with us two hours. He took the opportunity to scoot out the door and run, just a streak of white.
I followed calling him but he was gone. I got in my truck to look for him but he was nowhere to be seen. I was sick with dread fearing I’d never see him again. Eventually, I saw him resting on a doorstep, exhausted. I scooped him up and brought him home. He managed to run a couple of more times, despite our vigilance. I suspect he’d run today, given the chance.




I apologize for three lower images. I erroneously inserted them and can’t get them out.
Izzy, the adorable new addition to the family, proves to be a mischievous escape artist, leaving his new owners in a frenzy of worry with each daring dash for freedom!
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Aww thank you so much, Beth, for inviting Izzy into your life. He’s adorable. and so lucky to have you guys and a warm inviting place to call home. Pet lovers are the best Big-hearted people ever.
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And rescues love their homes so much. No one ever need buy a pet.
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So true, Beth, considering the priceless unconditional love both parties bring to the relationship. Izzy is so lucky to have you guys. Thanks, Beth, for being there when he needed acceptance and love the most. What an adorable rascal.
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He’s such a sweetie.
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He is a fine fellow. I always adopt strays.
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I dogsat four pickapoos in a crumbling antebellum mansion once. All identical. All snow white. All hyperactive. All so spoiled they wouldn’t eat unless hand fed. Only serious snowstorm in Natchez that year. Been (jokingly?) threatened with my own death if anything happened to them. New Year’s Eve. You know the rest.
After calling, driving, sweating, I thought to call the pound. That number connected me to City Police.
“Maggie Berkeley’s dog is out?” said the policeman on the line. “I’ll be right over!”
Of course, by the time he got there the dog, who had done this dance before, was waiting on the front porch… 🙄
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OMG. He must have been down that road before!
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I’m thinking everybody knew what was going on except me. Not an unfamiliar situation!
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So cute… and so mischievous…
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Precious puppy..
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Love the extra photos anyway!
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Worpress just hi-jacked them.
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Pretty pup! WordPress can be persnickety at times.
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I am at wit’s end sometimes.
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Yep, with all the rest of us.
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Dogs run free, love it.
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They sure do. Don’t want to lose him, though.
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Thank you.
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Izzy is gorgeous…..:)
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He is a sweetheart.
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I had a dog that would take off any chance he got but thankfully he always came home
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I don’t know if he’d come home. I always go after him.
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