Saturday night we walked the dogs and decided to give them time to play. We have two main spots that we can play in, the big circle (closer to the river with no fence) and the little circle (fence around the river). We decided to play in the big circle because it was less muddy.

Now we know we can trust our dogs off leash as long as they are focused, so we brought a bone to throw so they could go retrieve it. Everything was fine, Bailey was eating Sam’s head and pounding him to the ground in order to get the bone and Sam was busy out manuvering Bail.

And then, out of nowhere, fireworks errupted on the other side of the river between Brooklyn and Manhattan. At the first blast, Bailey rushed into the little roped off street that separates the park from the real road. We got her back quickly and tried to refocus her. We thought everything was fine until there was another blast. Then she headed straight for the real street into oncoming traffic with Sam following at her heels. Sam wasn’t scared, he just didn’t want to be left behind.

They ran straight across the street and Patrick and I were chasing as fast as we could. All I could think of is, “Oh God, I’m going to watch my dogs get killled.” But somehow they made it safely across and all the way down to the front door of our building. By the time Patrick and I finally caught up, they were sitting pressed up against the front door. I let them in while Patrick went back for the leashes and they ran straight to our apartment door.

I guess the good thing is, we know they know where home is!