‘Operation Otto’ saves dog once again
By Eric Mathison
We were life-long cat owners. Nobody told us how much trouble it is having a dog.
Maybe it is just Otto, our Poodle mix rescue we’ve had for two years now.
There was the time he slipped his leash, ran into the middle of Ambaum Boulevard and disappeared for 10 hours. We hired a tracking dog who searched four miles around Burien looking for him.
Then there was that time he wolfed down a chocolate bar--foil wrapper included. We rushed him to the vet to have his stomach pumped.
Let’s not even go there about all those miles I’ve walked him, which contributed to my need for two hip replacements.
The incident last week started with our daily 10-minute walk from our condo in Burien down the woodsy path to the sewer plant and back. It’s Otto’s own once-a-day chance to run off leash. I didn’t even take my cell phone. I barely bothered to lock the front door.
Happily free, he romped down the path and veered off toward a part of the sewer plant.
Only a month removed from the latest hip surgery, I warned Otto, “You know, I can’t rescue you if get stuck in the brambles.”