Freedom

It is said that every once in a while the Heathen known as Odin feels an ancestral stirring in his blood. He longs to roam free, unconfined by the fence that surrounds his yard. He needs to feel the wind in his fur, the earth beneath his feet, hear the call of the enraged Mom as she chases his fluffy butt. It is in these times that no mere fence can contain his determination. When the time is right he slips beneath, through a hole he'd dug in secret. He spares one last glance back as his yard, then turns and runs as fast as his feet can take him.

The moment he'd chosen was a good one. The Mom was distracted and at first did not notice her yard was lacking in a one year old husky that she had put there moments before. She didn't see which way he had gone. Odin had bought a few more moments of precious freedom. The Mom triple checks the yard, just to be sure he isn't hiding in the dog house or under the garage, but alas he is gone.

With the Heathen known as Baldr safely in his crate The Hunt begins. The Mom races around the block in the summer heat, dressed for work and wearing heels, frantically searching for her wayward Heathen. To no avail. Without having seen which direction he'd taken off in she had no idea where to begin looking. She called The Dad, for though he was at work, he was always the better Odin hunter and she had no other ideas. She called for Odin. The gas station on the corner gave her cookies to tempt the fuzzy asshole back to her. Worried and terrified for her pup she begins home.

Odin hears The Mom calling his name. But she does not chase him. This game is no longer fun. He begins to answer her call with his own.

"Odin!"

"ARUUU!"

The Mom turns up her driveway toward the sound, hearing his cry and fearing the worst. Only to see him wiggle his way back under the fence into the safety of his yard and come running to the gate to greet her.

Neither The Mom nor The Dad were amused.