Skoshi the wonderdog

So, our dog Skoshi was a stray.  Then we adopted her.  The problem is, according to Skoshi, we are still not her REAL family.  Her real family is apparently still out there somewhere, and they were much better than us.

I know this because whenever she gets the chance, she escapes to find them.  She even has some way of getting out of the backyard that we can't quite figure out, but must be really time consuming, because she only attempts it if we leave her outside too long.  Once I left for work and she just wouldn't come in.  She was lounging on the back deck, and when I called her, she just gave me one of those "whatever" looks.  Later that morning, I got a text from a neighbor who had found her out and put her back in the house.

Sometimes, she make a more overt dash past our feet as we are trying to leave.  She hates to be abandoned by us during the day, and if we are all leaving, then so is she.  Fortunately, she also loves open doors.  It doesn't matter what sort of door, any open door will do.  She runs through it to investigate.  This is how I usually manage to catch her when she escapes, I hop in the car, drive four houses down the street and pop open the passenger side door.... and into the car she hops.

As it turns out, there's another car that drives up and down the street with the door frequently open.. the mailman.  Yup.  Apparently last time Skoshi escaped, her car door was just too enticingly open.  Imagine the her surprise to turn around in her seat and see Skoshi riding shotgun, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, and that "Where we going?" glint in her eye.

Fortunately, our address is on her collar, so much so Skoshi's chagrin, her jaunt in the mail car was brief (but I'm sure, glorious).