Escaping from Collar
Sorry I haven’t written in awhile. I have not been feeling good and have been sleeping more than usual.
Here is a quick story about what happen when I escaped from my collar. One evening my owner was driving us back home from grandma’s house. It was cold, snow laid everywhere. It was probably icy in some places. I jumped out of the car glad to be home. My owner and I started to walk towards the condo. My owner stopped to let me sniff and go to the bathroom. I circled, sniffed, circled again, peed. I sniffed a little more and started to pick up speed and raced around my owner. I did a head tilt one way and wiggled right out of my collar. I ran around and then ran up and down he street. My owner had a panic look on their face. Totally was freaking out, called my name over and over. I didn’t listen kept going up and down. Running back down towards my owner I saw a treat in the hand. I am a sucker for treats and ran right over. My owner finally grabbed me and managed to get the collar back on my head. The fun was over. My owner kept saying I could of slipped on the ice and hurt myself. That was why they were freaking out. Well with business done we headed inside. Escaping from the collar happened again and again. My owner finally went and got me a harness instead and every time I go out now I wear a harness.
The feature photo is a little later which I will talk about my wardrobe I have.
My name is Chelsey. I am a 50lb, mix mutt of German Shepherd/Akita/Chow-chow. I am quiet and shy around new people and places. I am model but not professionally yet. I love to help my owner write and take photos. (Note from owner: Chelsey recently passed away Nov.19th 2018)
