It's not a coincidence that the leash in this photo looks like an umbilical cord -- it's symbolic of the "tight leash" that I have been using with Henry since this past weekend.
When I was in Maine for the 4th of July weekend, my wonderful, supportive parents agreed to watch Henry while I was away. On Sunday, the day I was coming back, I got a call from my Dad that Henry got loose. This has happened before as the area surrounding my parents house is full of wildlife, so it's like heaven for this hound dog, but this time he was gone for over six hours. Six hours! My poor family spent their entire Sunday searching and stressing out about his whereabouts. Meanwhile, Henry would tease them and sprint away -- just thinking it was a game.
Obviously this has a happy ending -- he eventually showed up and my awesome brother-in-law scooped him up (he also saved Henry during an attack from a large Rotweiller at one point), but he was scraped up like you wouldn't believe with many, many ticks on him. The day after he was still a little shaken, but he's back to normal -- the scrapes are healing and the ticks are gone; we even went on a run on Thursday -- but his leash was shorter than usual.