Up on the rooftop
My neighbor, Kathie told me how one day the police came to my house while I was gone. She called them in a panic because she walked outside of her house next door and spotted my 60-pound dog, Trucker, on my roof standing by the chimney like a mountain goat.
This was just the beginning of insanity that ensued. It may have been less alarming to her if my house was just a one-story ranch. Instead, my house is two stories with a rather sharply pitched roof.
Why was he up there? How did he get there? How would he get down? All were questions pondered by onlookers.
Thankfully I never witnessed all of this – just his escape route and his wounds afterwards.