Cody Escapes into the “Cone Of Shame”

About a half-hour ago I was nearly in tears and panic was setting in. I was fearing the worse. Cody has yet again squirmed his slender Corgi body under the fence into free and treacherous terrain. Gophers are making mounds under our fence lines and we can’t keep up with their mischief. The mounds make it easy for Cody to get under the fence.

There are plenty of coyotes that would love to find an unsuspecting little Corgi dog and there are folks that drive way to fast around here. Also, if it gets dark and he hasn’t returned – well let’s just say that it’s pitch dark in these parts.

I knew that if I just kept calling his name and if he heard me, he’d come. No doubt about it. But what if he was out of earshot range by now? Properties are spread out in our neighborhood and there are challenging hills to be walked to just get down the street. With my trusty hiking shoes, I hiked around hilly terrain and yelled his name. After about a half-hour later my voice is starting to quaver and turn hoarse as emotions started taking over.

I didn’t find Cody.

Cody found me.

I turn around to see Cody several feet behind me. When we got home I outfitted him into the “Cone Of Shame” to temporarily assist in the prevention of another encore disappearing act.

My never a dull moment Corgi in – Cody Escapes into the “Cone Of Shame”.