OMG!  (For you non-texting-savvy that's an abbreviation for "Oh my God!!")   

That's the only way I can think of to describe the drama that went on at my house last night.  Not it wasn't because of the stellar moves of Team Canada against the Russians, nor was it because of the incredible 1-2 finish in Women's Bobsleigh.  Nope, it was none of that.  It was the dog.

It was just a couple minutes into the third period of the game when my daughter Eliyah took Trance, our Husky, out to pee.  She decided to use the brand new leash we just bought as the other one was beginning to look a little worn (another story altogether.)

I could see that as soon as she opened the door, he caught wind of something and his ears pricked right up.  I told her to hold on tight because it looks like he's ready to go for it.  No sooner could I get those words out of my mouth than he bolted and  snapped the leash.  Not only did he break the leash, but he broke the laws of physics and somehow, in the flash of an eye, pulled metal through metal.

Anyway, at that point pandemonium broke out and a frantic search ensued.  Huskies are not the kind of dog you can let off a leash.  They are notorious for bolting at the first chance they get and running full tilt for a mile or so before they realize no one else is with them.

While my wife and daughter headed out to search with the minivan, my next door neighbour took a drive down the street to see what he could find.  I stuck around the front of the house in case he decided to make his way back.  By this point I had a feeling he was gone for the night.  We have his name and our number on his collar, but I really didn't think we'd hear or see anything by that time of the evening. 

Then, in the dark, I hear my neighbour's voice shout out from down the street, "Buzz - he's comin' your way!" 

I grab a treat out of my pocket and start yelling "Treat! Treat!"  Trance comes barrelling up the driveway and ba-da-boom ba-da-bing - I got him!

By Trance's reaction, I have the feeling he lost his way in the dark and when he finally found his way back, he was just as relieved as we were.  The whole adventure didn't last more than 25 or 30 minutes, but for my daughter especially I think it seemed like an eternity.

I swear I shoulda named that dog Houdini.  I could take him on tour and sell tickets.  "Come see the amazing wonder dog - there ain't a leash, a collar, a chain, a harness or a yard that he ain't busted out of!"