Roscoe's Great Escape

Hound Chronicles

Episode Fence is the Problem: Roscoe's Great Escape

After taking my ladies to see Morgan Wallen, the boys enjoyed an overnight stay with their favorite sitter.

Everything was peaceful.

Everything was calm.

Then...

8:30 PM.

The boys were outside conducting their evening business while I performed my routine perimeter inspection.

That's when I heard it...

The Winchester Alarm.

One bark.

Then another.

Within seconds, the backup crew joined in.

Operation Chaos had officially begun.

I managed to secure Winchester on the porch while attempting to wrangle Dean and Roscoe.

As I got close to the fence...

Roscoe did something I've never seen before.

That little rascal low crawled Army-style under the fence like he'd been through basic training.

Meanwhile, Dean was so frustrated he refused to cooperate.

I finally had to pick up a 60-pound hound and carry him up the steps like a grumpy toddler who didn't want to leave the playground.

With Dean secured, I took off after Roscoe.

Only one problem...

Roscoe had entered Activated Mode.

You hound owners know exactly what I'm talking about.

His ears disappeared.

His nose hit the ground.

And his brain shut off.

There was absolutely no catching him.

So I made the tactical decision to head back and repair the latest breach in the perimeter.

After all...

I know Roscoe.

He talks a big game, but his adventures usually last about as long as my patience.

Sure enough...

As I was putting the finishing touches on the fence...

Guess who showed back up?

Roscoe.

Standing outside the very hole he escaped through...

Looking at me like...

"Uh... Dad... you mind opening the gate? This tunnel appears to be closed."

I just stood there.

He just stood there.

Neither of us said a word.

I opened the gate.

He casually walked back into the yard like he'd simply gone next door to borrow a cup of sugar.

Mission Report:

Winchester – Started the riot.

Dean – Arrested before leaving the property.

Roscoe – Escaped... then requested re-entry through the front door.

At this point, I'm convinced I don't own hounds.

I own three comedians with four legs.

Stay tuned...

Because tomorrow they'll probably inspect my fence repairs and submit another escape plan. 🐾😂