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#BensonUpdate
Today was an adventure.

I had a bag of weekend trash to take down so I let Benson run down to the front gate by himself while I took a quick detour to the trash bin.

Benson's jingling collar tags told me where he was by the front gate and I smiled at his excitement.

I was halfway down the back stairs when I heard someone start their car and open the garage gate. Oh shit. I heard Benson's jingle run to the garage. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

And then I didn't hear his jingle. Fuck!

I threw the trash into the bin, ran through the now closed garage (no Benson) to the front gate. No Benson.

In the front of the apartment, up and down the block. No Benson.

Fuuuuuck.

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Diligence Jones 5d ago

#BensonUpdate

Cont.

I was asking a dad and his daughter if they had passed a grey pitbull. They were telling me no when I looked across the street and there was Benson, crossing the street toward me in the middle of rush hour Rockridge drop off traffic!

Me: Benson! Cross cross Benson! Cross cross! (This is what I say to him when we cross the street.)

He ran up to me his fur a little puffy, a sign that he was a little freaked out.

I immediately connected his leash and we walked. I castigated myself the whole time. I knew the biggest risk of letting Benson off leash in the building was the garage gate opening. He loves the garage gate. He's fascinated with it. Of *course* I should have anticipated someone leaving. Of course I should have kept him with me for the trash detour then let him run to the front gate when everything was secure. And on and on.

Benson of course seemed to enjoy his walk about but also seems very happy to be back inside, fed and safe, on the couch.

Learning is continuous.

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