Sadie the Escape Artist


Wait a second here. What just happened? I’m about to leave to get the oil changed in my truck so I go to the back door to close the dog door. It’s already closed. But Sadie was running up the driveway to greet me as I was coming down the driveway. How?

Before I left to run my errands I gave the dogs biscuits to keep them distracted while I left, so I know that Sadie was in the house. She’s a 60 lb lab-cross, so I would know it if she ran between my legs. I just checked again and yup. The dog door is closed.

What the hell just happened? Sadie was inside the house when I left. When I got home Sadie was outside the house. The dog door, the only other exit, was closed when I got home. I know she was inside the house because I remember watching her eat the biscuit as I closed the front door. And I know she was outside when I got home because I remember seeing her running up the driveway and being happy that she was such a happy dog.

If I was some sort of important person I’d suspect that someone had broken in for some covert reason, and that there was some sort of 007 shit going down. But damn, I’m just a dumb redneck living in a mobile home in the boondocks.

Sometimes I suspect Sadie may be a pookah. ;)