Just a few moments ago -- 8:47 pm EST - Dogdad took me and my brother out for our bedtime run. We went to the golf course as we always do -- but we barely had time to do our business, when young idiots from a few houses down set off two firecrackers. They were only about 100 yards -- about a block --away from us and it was scary, scary loud.
I freaked out and jumped so hard that I jerked my leash out of my Dad's hand and ran as fast as I could. Of course Dad was startled. When he realized what had happened, he called me and called me and tried to catch up.
But -- no need to worry -- I ran across the golf course as fast as I could,my leash dangling after me, turned down our street, and ran right into our driveway and sat by the front door.
When Dogdad told Mom what happened, she almost fainted.But nope, I ain't no doofus. I is truly a smart terrier who knows where home is and where it's safe.
(Mom told me what a good boy I was, and gave me lots and lots of cuddles.)