Although my family recently watched the "Lassie, Come Home" from 1943 on TV, we have not seen the movie "A Dog & # 39; s Way Home" in the movie "in the cinema!"

(Buying concessions to deal with watching a particular superhero breathing under water left my BANK ACCOUNT under water.)

Based on a novel by W. Bruce Cameron, "A Dog & # 39; s Way Home" refers to a dog named Bella who is separated from her beloved owner and begins an "epic 400-mile journey" to reunite with him.

The film resonates well with teenagers taking an epic 400-mile journey to carry the waste to the curb. ("No, I did not have to survive wolves and avalanches, but I reacted too late to three texts, and my classmates may have seen me or something.")

Anyway, the starting point of "A Dog & # 39; s Way Home" and similar films has made me think about the amazing loyalty and directional skills of pets.

I can personally guarantee these properties. When my wife and I entered our home in 1993, we transplanted five cats from my parents. Four of them adjusted well, but poor Lambchop was never happy and walked a few miles back to his birthplace. He was extremely proud of himself until he was persuaded a week later and learned too late that this "9 lives" propaganda is fake news.

Dodsey was a spirited stray cat who adopted us and promptly drove away our other hangovers one by one. We gave him away twice. The second time he returned after a week and forgave us our offenses. We surrendered, gave him a home forever & # 39; and gave him the extra name 'Ulysses & # 39 ;.

Even more astonishing, when my wife's grandmother moved from New Jersey to Florida, she took her cat with her. The cat ran away. A few months later the cat appeared in the old quarter of Jersey, his little soles were worn by hundreds of kilometers of walking and an estimated 3,276 hits on the slumber alarm.

Whether it is about loyalty to individuals or loyalty to a familiar environment, the length of the animals is indeed creepy. If you've spoiled them enough with the "Good boy!" Routine, they will make even more effort to impress you. ("I forgot to wear a Fitbit during my 400-mile journey, I better go back and do it again.")

Different people have different ideas about how animals perform their navigation. Some believe that God has given them the instinct. Others believe that it has evolved over time. This is why so many pets make a detour on their epic journey home. ("The comfortable couch can wait! First I want to visit the birthplace of Charles Darwin!")

I rarely write sequels on columns; but if enough of you writing me with your own stories, I might make an exception. Mention the newspaper in which you have seen this essay.

Yes, pets are resourceful about triumphing over impossible opportunities; but the hope that arises eternally in the human breast is not always justified.

I now realize that my brother and I were just grabbing straws when our childhood Boston Terrier Pee Wee disappeared and we convinced ourselves that he had recognized a license plate and had taken a truck back to Kansas City.

Now that I think about it, I start to wonder why our young landlord would install a toilet that was a direct link to Goldfish Heaven …

Danny Tyree welcomes e-mail responses to tyreetyrades@aol.com and visits his Facebook fan page "Tyree & # 39; s Tyrades."