When Mick is outside with us, there is always someone with him, and he is either always leashed or right next to someone. My mom waters her plants every night and he likes to go out and watch. I sit out front with him and if he isn't leashed, I just tell him to "stay" and he'll sit and won't move. Just to make sure I keep my arm around him or something. If he's in a nervous mood that he won't sit still, I put him on the leash.

Once, during the time when he was just a few weeks old, I brought him out (like a moron) and put him down to see my friend. After he greeted her, he started running off in the direction of the street. It was so lucky my neighbor was there and caught Mick's eyes or he would have run right into the street. I never did anything stupid like that again.