Neighborhood Watch, Bree style

Through Bree, I have been introduced to many people in my street. One such visit could have ended badly for Bree.

Bree never ceases to amaze me…

We are incredibly lucky. We live in a wonderful street with an eclectic collection of people, heritage, and culture. Not only is it one of the prettiest streets in town (I know, but I’m also bias), it really is a lovely place to live. For the most part, everyone is friendly, and we all look out for each other. There is no denying, I stand out like a sore thumb having Bree. Occasionally, I get stopped by my neighbours to have a small chat. Most of the time, they’re curious about Bree and the wonderful work she does.

The neighbors have also got to know her in diverse ways. Bree is an adventurous dog who loves exploring. No matter how many times you tell her not to go through the driveway and into the front yard, she can’t resist it.

As she has got older, she has become more bolder and gone exploring further. Once we found her down the end other street close to the highway. Another time, and this one frightened me. I was home alone with Bree, and I took her outside for a toilet stop. She normally walks around me, does her business, and then returns to the back door. This day, I assumed she was behind me, and I went in. Half an hour later, I was frantically looking in every room, calling her name and no response.

I thought she had wandered out the driveway and down the street. How was I going to look for her if I didn’t have a guide dog to help look for her? Just before I called for someone to come round to help look for me, I saw her sitting outside, near the back door.

The funniest one was when she snuck out through the front door as visitors were leaving. My kids and I went knocking on neighbour’s doors.
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A few weeks earlier, we had new neighbors  with a large family move in a few doors down. I knocked on the door and a little girl, no older than five with two front teeth missing answered the door.

I asked, “Have you seen a big black dog?”

She replied “Yes, that’s my dog.”

Oh dear, how was I going to get out of this one. At that very moment, Bree bolted out the front door straight up to our house.
I remember is hearing the little girl yelling after Bree “Come back Princess!”

Let me tell you, I was relieved I got her back.
 
So, what did I learn?

Any time I take Bree outside, I have her on the lead. She’s a smart dog but sometimes, she’s too smart for her own good.

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