Last night, I was working in my studio and I heard Truck crying in the bedroom. I thought he just wanted me to lift him into bed, so I ignored him for a few minutes. When he did not stop, I went to investigate. He did not want to get on the bed, so I just patted him for a while and then went back to what I was doing. A while later, he came into the studio and laid down at my feet crying. I started to worry that he was sick and proceeded to check him out. He was fine. It was then I realized that I had not seen Pasha for a while, he usually comes and check on me when he in the backyard. I went out side and he was nowhere to be seen. I went full crazy, screaming and carrying on. I briefly thought Truck had killed him, but knew he had escaped. I went out front to see if he was milling there but he was nowhere to be seen. I heard some dogs barking in the distance and hopped in the car to find him. I live near a busy road and was terrified that a car had hit him. As I drove toward the barking dogs, Pasha turned the corner running at full speed and tail wagging. He looked happier than I have ever seen him in my life. He jumped in the car and I loved all over him and then yelled at him. He did not care, he had experienced freedom.

When we came back in the house, Truck took a swing a Pasha. Truck hits just like a man. Then turned and gave me this look that said "I told you the motherfucker took off."