“Not all who wander are lost,” J.R.R. Tolkien. Unless the wanderer has moderate to severe autism.
So as you can probably guess. Handsome went missing again. Again. We found him quickly, but this time, it was a pretty serious wandering incident. We were all outside doing some garden work and all of us were complacent, assuming that someone else was keeping tabs on him.
When I looked up from what I was doing, I couldn’t see Handsome anywhere. I yelled for him several times. And then I heard him laughing and jumping. In the neighbor’s yard.
Ok, that may not seem like a pretty serious incident when I say that he was found next door. Until you see where the next door neighbor lives.
From the front right side of our driveway, Handsome was at the top of our driveway where our land meets the neighbor’s land.
To give you an idea of how far away he wandered, because it is much farther than one picture can show. …
The driveway circles around… quite a large circle actually.
If you look closely in the background, you can see our two apple trees still in pots in the field way back there.
And this is the field / garden area where everyone was working when Handsome wandered off.
Shamefully, yes, the stinking ninja was able to get that far away from us without any of us noticing.
And what was he doing way up there at the neighbor’s yard? Rearranging her lawn ornaments of course! Clearly she had done it all wrong.
Alright, gotta go bake some muffins or cookies or fruitcake or something to make friends with our neighbors. The Mrs. did not look too happy about Handsome subtly letting her know she had done a poor job of lining up her lawn ornaments. Which, by the way, there are quite a lot of lawn ornaments. By a lot, I mean, like maybe more than a hundred. I’d love to show you a picture, but I think it would be best if the neighbors didn’t see me hanging around their front yard taking pictures.
Also, does anyone know where I can buy electric fencing? You know, to keep deer away from our garden. What, did you think I meant for the autistic kid?! Geez, what kind of mom do you think I am? Don’t answer that.
Seriously though, I am not above tying bells to his shoes and belt straps. The struggle is real, y’all.