The Meathead

It was a beautiful day in august.
Sunny

Not a cloud in the sky


Slight breeze

It was a perfect day
My dog Milo was playing around
Milo was a golden retriever
Not an ordinary retriever at that
White

145 pounds



Was not fat
Just huge.

My grandma and I were sitting outside enjoying the day,
Milo was still rag dolling his toy around,
Suddenly he stopped and stood there
Looking at the fence

About a minute later
He bolted across the yard
Gaining speed, very fast
When you’re 145 pounds it is hard to stop

He smashed right through the fence
With no effort he was on the other side
He walked around in the front yard and down the street
After an hour of looking for him
He was asleep on the front porch rug.