Dodi the amazing escape artist.

My dog is astounding. So talented. So damn cute. And I want to kill her.

She has ran away 5 times in the last week. 3 of those times was in one day. Even when she gets tons of exercise, she will make a break for it and run, run, run. Those little doggie legs, tiny as a chicken thigh, start moving and don't stop until I chase her a few blocks, through traffic, up and down hills and finally tackle her. Sweaty and covered with grass stains I bring her home and resist twisting her tiny, lovable little neck. Instead I toss her in her kennel and call her a "stupid fucking worthless dog" in a nice voice. Because I buy all the "she won't know what you are yelling at her for" nonsense.

I really wanted a dog. Not just any dog though, I wanted a fairy tale dog. One that obeyed what I said and loved me the best. One that never, ever defecated in the house. While I am Dodi's favorite to sit with and cuddle, she falls short in the other areas. Especially the last one. Why doesn't she bark when she needs to go out? Why does she play passive aggressive and simply look at us, hoping to catch our eye so we will magically know she needs to go out? Because when we are sleeping, that tactic does not go over well.

We desperately need a fenced in yard for this dog. Unfortunately, that is not going to happen. At least not this summer. I guess I will have to depend on the kindness of strangers, like the lady that brought her back to us 20 minutes ago when Dodi managed to open the screen door by herself and ran over to say "hi!" Somehow, she knew it was our dog, but I think I should get an ID tag today.