It was a frustrating night. Bruce ran away for about the fifth time since we’ve moved in. We were out on a walk and with his nose to the ground, I had a feeling he already knew there was a bunny out. Sure enough, his head bolts up and he spots the unsuspecting bunny a few yards away. In a flash, he springs forward and the leash is stripped out of my hand. Ticked off, I go back inside the apartment with the kids who are now nagging me about how we have to get Bruce back. I don't want to go after him.
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