I needed to take my trash to the transfer station today and since it is only 2 miles there and 2 miles back, that meant I was only going to be gone a very few minutes. I decided to leave Harvey out at liberty in the house. I gave him one of his favorite treats - a Chicken Gnaw Knot. Oddly, that didn't keep him in the house. He wanted to get in and ride; however, I knew he would jump out at the transfer station and I would have problems getting him back in the van.
I pulled out of the garage and put the door down, looked in the mirror, and there he was - he had slipped out of the house and garage and was following me. I thought, “OK, I’ll drive down the driveway and take off.” When I got to the end of the driveway, he was there beside my door, jumping against the van! I still drove off, going faster than normal - about 35 mph - and looked in the rearview mirror and he was coming at breakneck speed right behind me - keeping up. I kept going until I got around a couple of curves and out of sight, but decided to go back and put him inside since it was raining. There he was, still coming. He turned around and headed back home and beat me there! I got out of the van as he ran back into the house, but kept coming back out. I followed him in and busted his butt, started back out, and here he came! I returned, chased him through the house, busted his butt again, put him in the crate, and finished the top latch, but not the bottom. 
I had closed the garage door when I went back in so I went out the patio door and locked it as I went out. When I got back home, he was standing in the garage, waiting for me! I really don’t like having to crate him, and I think he has gotten to the place where he won’t tear up things, but I can’t leave with him chasing me down the road, so I guess I will have to crate him every time but leave it where he can escape.
Bless his heart! He has proven he appreciates being rescued and loves me - over and over. He is such a sweetie.
