Slick Returns Home, Canine Amber Alert Cancelled

Excitement abounds at Chez Tackett.

As I returned home from my early morning garden center run to cherry-pick crimson hued zinnias…I saw my Trophy Husband standing on the corner of our cul-de-sac.  His car was parked akimbo to the curb.  Said spouse was waving his arms, then crouched, then began making kissing gestures.  I assumed this was directed toward me. 

My heart filled with mushy girl feelings, thinking of how loving and romantic my man is, and then I saw the object of my husband’s attention.   

Meet Slick, a Boston terrier/rat terrier mix, and longtime Waterview neighborhood resident.

Slick, on his pudgy legs, was high-tailing it down the cul-de-sac.  I whipped into strategic position.  Slick paused, looked suspiciously at us, and did #2 on my neighbor’s yard.  I cried out to the Trophy Husband, “Snag a leash.”  I then crept in stealth like fashion on all fours toward Slick, as he was finishing up. 

With lightening speed, my raison returned with leash in hand (my favorite, a Grateful Dead tribute leash with festive dancing bears.  I don’t know about you, but all of my pets are Dead Heads…)  Slick was safe.

We called the number on his tag.  No answer.  We left a message. 

In situations like this, all you can do is call Carl.  Carl Youngberg, public speaker, SMU instructor, and president of the Waterview Preservation Association knew exactly where Slick lived.

We loaded the errant pooch into the wagon and set out to his home cul-de-sac.  (Slick lives in one of my favorite Waterview Homes.  It is literally ripped from the pages of D Home.)

As I turned the corner, I saw a man frantically calling out, searching for…you guessed it, Slick.  His wife was already in the car in a quest to find her baby.  Slick was a very bad boy, but they were reunited.  All’s well, and I will check in with you later.