Spot spit the dirt out of his nostrils and looked around. He had done it. He had burrowed out of the yard, and the way was now clear to run free through the neighborhood without human supervision.
A thin smile of satisfaction crossed his face. Then he spied his hated enemy, the Larson's cat....
Reminder to self: do not let my Jack Russell read this post, he hates the neighbor's cats.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like a parody of the film, THE GREAT ESCAPE.
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