See, this past 30 days, last night included, he's been escaping three times. So he is well deserving the title, escape artist, that is.
Usually he will slip away unnoticed when the front door is not latched/locked. The first time he did this, I panicked. Panicking because I didn't know where on earth he would go (how could we find him?), or if he'd ever came back. He'd been a stray before we found him, so that justified his habit.
I remembered I was so relieved when I finally found him at our nearby park that first time. He just sat there under a tree, with his tight green hand-me-down t-shirt (he's a fat dog back then), looking back at me.
He came home last night smelled outright yucky and with bloated stomach. He had his bath right away. Hope he'll be alright.
