His 100% perfect record on runaways for Search and Rescue was broken yesterday. He did the first two runaways with his usual zeal, but on the third he loped to the hidden object, looked at this person waving treats and toys with utter boredom, turned back to bid me adieu, and made like his namesake Usain for the parking area where that cute golden retriever had been frolicking around a few minutes earlier. There was a cacophony of hysterical barking from the males in their respective cars, but Bolt wasted no time finding Sunny's car and flirted with her shamelessly until we got to him.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy . . . I have a teenager on my hands! My little Boltie, as Greg and I affectionately referred to him, now has a new nickname: Monster Dog.
But when it comes time for bed and he cuddles up with Mister Bunny, he still melts our hearts.