We have new neighbors down the road and across the alley. Boy is about 8 years old. They have a Puppy that I've been dying to meet, he looks about 10 months old, fully grown in height but still has sea legs and chest spreading to go. I see him playing in the yard of a home they have rented, they have a stake in the ground with a very long lead, long enough to play tennis ball. The home is on the corner catty-corner to this building. There are only three homes per block, each lot about 300 feet wide and about 180 feet deep. Lots of land for a Pup to Play. Several acres.
Story:
I'm on the deck having my coffee this morning watching the boy and Pup play ball. Pup slips his collar and FREEDOM. I watched for about 5 minutes and the dog is running around 3 homes. Front and back yards as nobody is allowed fences (another story) When the boy would almost reach him Pup would bolt again to the opposite end house. The Mom came out but she was useless. GET HIM isn't a useful suggestion to a boy running in circles and the Pup is enjoying the freedom and fun of being chased. I was reliving my memories of my Walter Pup and son chasing my Walter Pup around our fenced yard and repeat many years ago now. (for those of you unaware Walter passed a few years ago, my heart and soul)
Finally I get up and walk to the property line and watch the boy tiring and not the Pup. Mom still yelling get him. When Pup was about 50 feet from me but even I squatted down and the Pup spied me and in my best Ditsy voice I could invent I said Hiiiiiiiii and continued to talk to the Pup as he stopped running and I said come here pretty pup. And he did. Petted his head and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. The boy was so grateful thanking me over and over. I ask him what the Pups name is. Walter he said. My heart just melted.

