If Howie survives Sarah's childhood, it will be a miracle. Sarah was outside playing the other day with our cat. As I watched her walk across the back porch I noticed she had the cat on the LEASH! Of course her Daddy and I have told her that you don't put a leash on cats, but she must have forgotten. (I know she didn't really forget.) Anyway I opened the door and said, "Sarah you know you're not supposed to put a leash on Howie." So she dropped it. Our leash is one of those big black retractable leashes. You can imagine what happened next. Howie took off with this big, loud black thing bouncing behind him across our deck. He climbed up the tree you see in the picture as far as he could before hanging the handle on a limb. I was afraid things would get worse if we didn't get him down, so I called Scott at work to tell him about the dilemma. I held onto the leash so he wouldn't go any farther as I waited for Scott to get home, and Sarah hid in the tree house and cried.
Daddy to the rescue!! There were a few close calls before Scott finally unhooked the leash. Howie is fine now, but he didn't come down out of the tree until 9:30 that night.