moonlighting

bradley is not the runaway type of dog. but he is a wanderer. neither chad nor i have an enclosed fence so we've had to devise ways to keep him from wandering past our property lines. at my house, his scare with animal control (an hour long chase, 3 tranquilizer darts, an overnight stay in the quarantine section of the pound) created an fear association that prevents him from going into the front yard at all. but at chad's, where mean, street smart dogs and dog catchers run rampant, we had a hard time thinking of ways to keep him in the small plot of land behind chad's house that he is alloted to roam.

until now.



you're probably confused. too morbid to be a superhero. too pervy-looking to be the dog whisperer. too scandalous to be part of law enforcement. i was too. and, as you either guessed from association or posture or the random camo long johns (or that his elbows never touch his sides due to his huge lats), this is actually chad. dressed in this get up, when bradley tries to wander into the front yard, chad, hiding behind his truck, jumps out and screams, which actually ends up sounding like something between a moan, cough and roar.

but it does the trick, apparently, and i guess that's all that matters.