Ray was headed down the block. I had let him out of the house to lounge on the front porch while Gregg was reading. But while I was showing Gregg the Cicada Killer nest in the crack in the driveway, Ray had decided to check out the house next door, the one on the other side of us, away from his friend William's house.
I slowly headed after the dog, calling.
"C'mere, Ray," I said gently not wanting to encourage Ray into a full-on jail-break.
Ray picked up his pace a bit, but not in my direction.
I walked along the sidewalk in front of the house next door.
"Come, Ray. Ray. Ray, come," I called. "Ray, COME."
Ray ignored me. He poked along the shrubbery then made a beeline for the front door (How does he know the house has a front door? He's never been there before.)
Before he had a chance to knock on the door, I ran across the front lawn and snagged his collar. I dragged the errant dog home, let him in the front door and turned to look across the lawn. Hugo was sitting on the sidewalk.
"Come on, Hugo," I said to my cat.
Hugo turned and trotted across the grass to my side. I sighed.