But a couple weeks ago, Cleo did something that really worried everyone.
Goddard’s wife, Sophy, was walking Cleo and their other rescue dog, a greyhound named Parsley, in a large city park surrounded by forest and busy roads. And here, at the worst possible place, Cleo did what she does best — slipped out of her collar and dashed away.
“The [park] is surrounded by big roads,” Goddard said. “When it got to be two nights and no Cleo, then we were seriously worried.”