<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5WGMhX4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/IgjDnJr.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Sara McComb &amp; Pepe</strong><br/><br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Moving Day<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Once things had been arranged in the new apartment to everyone's initial satisfaction, Sara clipped on Pepe's leash ... the spare one having been found in Pepe's bed ... and headed out into the neighborhood, properly equipped to meet city ordinances for dog walking.  There was a small park just across the street that would be perfect for tending to those 'needs', though Pepe was trained to use the Pet Loo, which was God's gift to the dog-loving city dweller as far as Sara was concerned.  There had been no sign of the cantankerous old lady and her cane, nor, regrettably, Seren and Diesel, but several people stopped to say hello to Pepe and pet him, so he was content to trot along and explore, smelling the air and learning about his new environs.<br/><br/>Sara had changed into a pair of jeans and a green shirt, loose enough to let her enjoy the breeze in the comfortably warm temperatures, and comfortable shoes.  They were really meant for jogging, but Pepe's legs were short enough that he tired out too quickly for more than a little run.  She usually got her jog in in the early morning, three days a week, more or less ... usually less rather than more if there was a variation, while he was still burrowed under his blanket.  This was a more leisurely activity, and they were both settling in, getting used to their new environment.  Everything was going well until a squirrel - which Pepe seemed to think looked a lot like a new-style-American pussycat, darted out from under a bench to pick up a stray peanut no doubt left from an earlier feeding.  Pepe wound the leash strap around her leg in his excitement, and by the time she'd got that sorted, getting a laughing round of applause by a couple of teenagers nearby to her impromptu dance, Pepe was wound around the leg of the bench.<br/><em><br/>"Naughty boy,"</em>she laughed, and bent to untangle him, letting go of her end of the leash in the process.  That was a mistake, and whether Pepe had just been biding his time for the opportunity to go off unhindered in search of a girlfriend, or whether he zigged when she zagged, he darted off as soon as she had gotten the last coil undone, and her fingertips closed on nothing but the feel of the leash and empty air.<br/><strong><em><br/>"Pepe!  Get back here!"</em></strong><br/><br/>Pepe ran on, as fast as his little legs would carry him, nimbly dodging a well-meaning bystander who tried to help.<br/><br/>The chase was on, and it seemed that Sara would be getting an afternoon jog, karmic payback for skipping the morning run with the rationalization that getting moved in would be enough exercise for the day.  Maybe she should rethink that bit about him not being able to keep up on her jogs, because this afternoon, he had a good head start and was pulling away with an impressive burst of determination.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Pepe!"  </strong></em>