On my lunch break I stopped by our house (that backs up to The Crossing) to let Buster out back for awhile. The weather was nice, so I was in the process of unhooking a long leash to bring him down to the office so that Buster could be outside for awhile. Once I untangled the leash, I looked up to see Buster gingerly trotting toward the back of the yard.
"Buster, no!"
He runs faster.
"Buster, what are you doing?!"
His paws hit the pavement of The Crossing's parking lot.
"Buster, NO!"
He breaks into a dead sprint.
The only thing funnier than a fat beagle running is a fat beagle running straight to our office door. By the time I caught up with him he was sitting outside the office, patiently waiting to be let inside. It turns out that Buster is pretty smart, pretty fast, and knows where we work.
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I will go to great lengths to avoid being cold.
