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I have a dog. His name is Q. He’s very gentle and kind and friendly. He’s everything I want in a dog.

He keeps trying to leave.

Three times today he has escaped the back yard. The first was while I was taking a shower. He sneaked out of the back yard. I found him quickly, though he apparently managed to walk all over the cul-de-sac first. I found what I thought was the hole he escaped from, and blocked it with some wood and a cinder block. I then left for my appointment in St. Louis.

On the way home from St. Louis, I get a call. It’s the vet. Q was found at Walgreens, and someone brought him to the vet because he had the vet’s address on the collar from his rabies vaccination. Walgreens is far from my house. He had sneaked out of the barrier I made, and walked that far away. I freaked out. My mom and sister-in-law were already looking for him, as my Mom came over to check on him and found him not there, and they were relieved. I came home, tried to calm down, and made supper. My father promised to help me come up with a permanent fence fix on Saturday. Then I went to work. I left the back door closed, so that he could not use the doggie door, get in the back yard, and escape again.

I got home from work at around 1 AM, and the back door was open. Q had pried the baseboard off the door, which had popped the door open, because I didn’t think to lock it. He had then slipped out into the back yard, and then out of the improved barrier my dad put up. I found him immediately. He was behind the house in the wooded area there. But fuck. How did he do that? It’s completely ridiculous.

Now I’m sitting here, spooked. He was so happy to see me. He likes me. Enjoys my company. He shouldn’t want to leave. Maybe he’s looking for me? I don’t know. But if he can get out then, what can I do to keep him safe? What can I do to keep him here? Do I crate him when I leave? I don’t want to do that. I want him to have the run of the house and be happy. But if he’s going to do this, isn’t that better?

I don’t know what to do. I have to work a full 8 hours today. He’s going to be alone again. I don’t know how to keep him safe. He’s sitting under my computer, happy as can be that I’m home. He’s my dog, and his life is in my hands. I’ve got to do something. I don’t know what to do. I’m tired, and I’m scared for my little puppy dog.