He runs fast. My husband usually lets him outside while he's cooking on the grill. Last night I told him to be careful because Wrigley is starting to run away. Next thing I knew I could hear Wrigley's collar bell ringing through the backyard. I look out to see hubby chasing him.
Then when I opened the door to let him in he jumped off the side of the stoop right into a bush. He fell right into the bush. My heart fell to my knees. Hubby had to dig him out.
Needless to say Wrigley will no longer be outside without a harness and leash.
