Harness Escape

Last night, I went to the dining hall with some friends. When I got up to leave, I went to grabb Mason's harness handle so that it wouldn't get caught on the chair as he crawled out from under it. However, there was no dog atached to the harness. For the first time, he had figured out how to wriggle out of it. He must have decided that he was done working for the day. This just goes to show that life with a seeing eye dog is never borring.