The definition of insanity

Someone once said that the definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." So it's official.  My human is insane.

So we know how the three of us took off to the neighbors' house on Wednesday night.  And the FG actually went TWICE.  But my human has a SHORT memory.  So on Thursday when she got home from work and we were all playing outside, guess who was AGAIN free and AGAIN decided to go up to see if there was any action at the neighbors'?  This time Einstein and I didn't go - Einstein didn't feel like it and I was trying to still make up for the peeing incident.  But the FG raced through the woods, was caught by the neighbor (because he is always dragging a long line - the FG - not the neighbor), and my human brought him home.

So by FRIDAY one would THINK she would have learned her lesson.  But you see - this gets back to the point that he was doing SO well last week with the fetch game.  Remember how they played over and over again?  And it wasn't just ONE evening.  They did it several nights - and she THOUGHT he was really starting to enjoy it.  And she could trust him to be free.  So yesterday after we all went for our pees and poops after work, my human THOUGHT she could play with him for a bit with the fetch game.  And he DID go and get the fetch toy.  Three times.  And on time 4, he got it and quickly raced into the woods.  To go to the neighbors'.  My human tried to find him in the woods - but decided to go back out of the brush and up the driveway.  And who comes racing up from behind her and passes her going up the driveway and heads over to the neighbors'? My human was STEAMING.  The good news was he stopped to sniff something so she caught him.  And THAT was IT for the FG.  He was promptly marched home and told he would never, ever be let free.  Or at least until he is 10 years old.  Sure.

I'm telling ya - she's insane.  She'll forget by tomorrow and he'll look all cute and attentive.  And she'll THINK he will behave.  So she'll let him free.  Mind you, there is also the adage - three strikes and you're OUT.  We'll see what happens...I just want to know what happened to the good fetching dog?  Where did HE go?

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!