Juvenile Delinquent

This morning Chris took Domino out for his morning potty trip and when they came back, Chris had to run out the door to get to PT. Domino wanted to follow so we figured he had a little more business to do so I got out of bed, threw on the first thing I grabbed which happened to be a black dress that I put on wrong side out. I didn't put on any shoes and since Domino has been really good lately about just going to the bushes and coming right back I didn't put his leash on him. We started out one way and then the little shit turned around and went towards the front. I followed him, thinking he was just in a mood to go to the front. Nope, he took off. Kept going further and further and every time I called his name he looked at me for two seconds before taking off again. I had to run in the house and put on some shoes and go search him out. Luckily he wears this collar that jingles whenever he moves. I couldn't hear any jinglies though. I walked around for about 10 minutes calling his name. Then I went back by our door to see if he'd come home...nope not there, but just as I turned to go back out here he came running, grinning, and looking like he was so proud of himself. He got 20 minutes in the crate. He didn't serve time because he ran off, but because he made me look like a crazy woman in a wrong side out dress, some pink flip flops, morning hair, racoon eyes carrying a leash with nothing attached yelling Domino. Hopefully if anyone saw me, they just thought I had confused Bingo with Domino and that all I needed was my morning dose of meds and a hot shower. One can only hope...