What a morning at the canile! One of the 'scaredy' dogs, Baldo, a lovely hunting dog, had escaped. The whole placed is well fenced, so when I say 'escaped' I mean he was out of his kennel but in the small fenced woods, where he had been running about enjoying his comparative freedom for three days! And they are really quite small woods, but it's amazing how many lovely hiding places there are!
We tried to coax him with food, ignoring him, calling him, but although he came right up to us, followed the other dogs we took out and ran to the gate whenever anyone approached, we couldn't get him. It was boiling hot too (not in the woods, obviously), so I have just come home red in the face, thirsty and hungry. And Baldo is still out! He has food and water so will be fine, but it would be better if he was inside.
I was alone with him trying to coax him in for a little while and you could see he was struggling with the joy of being 'out' and the desire to return to his safe and familiar kennel. I guess we all feel like that sometimes. Baldo is making the most of his temporary freedom and who can blame him. But he'll go back in the end – speriamo!