Keegan has always been a very well-behaved dog. She’s been trained to be so since she was 6 weeks old, and has always been well-compensated for being so.

Today, however, she had apparently had enough of being stuck in the camper all day and all night. When I opened the door she bolted.
I quickly lost sight of her and there is quite a bit of greenery and brush for her to disappear in.
I called her but whether she can’t hear me or whether she was ignoring me, I got no response.

I was scared shltless. First, the cars, most of them being driven by young people barely out of high school, second, being seen by someone who reported her and got her banned from the campus, third, that she’d get hopelessly lost in the brush somewhere.

I did find her. Out in the open, halfway across the parking lot, sniffing at a green spot in one of the parking lot medians.

I was angry. I told her to get her fuzzy ass back to the truck, she went but she let me know she wasn’t happy about it. We had a short staring contest back at the truck but I had to get to class so I couldn’t wait it out.

From now on she will have a leash attached before the door opens.