The Freedom Trampoline

I consider myself an above average escape artist. I’ve dug out beneath a fence, eaten the slats off of a fence and run through a fence but I’ve never flown over one. I thought you need to be a bird to do that. Well, Harvey the Bull Terrier has just proven me wrong.

One moment Harvey, a three-year-old Staffordshire Bull Terrier, was alone in the garden, the next he disappeared.

Before we go on…you say Harvey is its name, and it disappears? Are we sure we’re not talking about a man sized rabbit here?

“He couldn’t get over the fence on his own and must have used the trampoline to bounce himself into my neighbour’s garden and got out,” she [Laura Kidson] said.

Harvey’s brilliant but I wonder if he managed to pull off a triple gaynor with a half twist as he cleared the fence. I know I would have, but then again, I’m a showboat and quite the athlete.

“He’s something of an escape artist and has got out before, but we were just starting to think he had stopped all that. We have phoned the police and the council dog warden but no one has seen or heard of him and we’re getting desperate.”

“He liked to bounce on the trampoline with my daughter Chloe, but he rarely went on it on his own. He liked to sit on it and sunbathe.

Maybe he just had to run down to the local drugstore to pick up some suntan lotion. Or maybe he hadn’t got Chloe a birthday present yet? It was after all…

“…Chloe’s fourth birthday party on Saturday and she was devastated that Harvey wasn’t there for her birthday. She misses him so much.”

This goes a long way to explain why there aren’t any trampolines at doggie daycares.

**HAPPY UPDATE**

Harvey Found!!

I bet it was the suntan lotion.