In other news, I’m made up for Max making a bid for freedom.
Truff probably came barrelling in the house hollering like a wounded buffalo over the podcast comments and left the door open.
Max saw his chance, vaulted over the rotting pumpkin display from Halloween and went looking for his real Mum. Went for a stroll thinking to himself “no more dragging her around on a ‘run’” and planning breaking back into the house to rescue Olive because they are good mates.
Just a shame a tattler didn’t find him, we could have taken him on to be our mascot.
Although, after that pizza talk on Saturday - I’m not surprised the poor fucker legged it