It was a quiet Monday afternoon in the 'hood. The silence abruptly broken by a rebellious triple squeak. The baby gate shook like thunder, then the white toes appeared. There was no mistaking his intentions. The Clifford began to sing .....Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Born to be wild
Next came the roar of a pint sized Hog and off he went ..... straight into a parked car.
The moral of the story ...... blind guys should not leave the back yard!
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Cliffy, I'm cousin Ollie and I too have felt the freedom of a run down the driveway! I escaped once, well actually, I was laying at the back door and mommy opened the door and I rolled out onto the driveway! But once I was out, I ran down the driveway, wind blowing my fur, purting and meowing the whole way! When I came to the end of the driveway, I didn't have a plan and by then mom caught up with me and well, now I've been in the house ever since!
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