Worst dog ever

Roscoe ran away this morning. I had him on a lead in the yard (because he cannot be trusted and we know he can get out of the fence) and when I took him off to go inside, he bolted. I ran after him through the neighborhood in my bare feet (no time for shoes--he runs fast) and he got away from me. Considering that Lea was at home in the living room and Miles was upstairs sleeping off the night shift, I couldn't chase long anyways.

I am so upset right now. I have had this dog for years and I am sure that he is untrainable. I have taken him through trainers, I have walked him daily to work off his energy, I have boarded him with devout animal lovers only to be asked to NEVER bring him back, and I have had the German police called on us after he pretended to be Kudjo and scared a woman so badly that she was terrified to get out of her car. He has killed our pets, other people's pets, and I had to tube feed my mom's chicken for a week after he damn near broke her beak off. An entire neighborhood was out in 16 degree weather for hours searching for him when he took off during a snow storm 2 years ago. Believe me, that's the tip of the freaking iceberg. I have almost been evicted and/or arrested because of this dog on NUMERAL occasions.

I thought the challenge of having a dog like this was intriguing when I didn't have a family to take care of. Lea was in our living room alone because of him today. She could have been hurt and she's more important to me than the world's collective population of dogs.

Roscoe has yet to be found and I am honestly so frustrated right now that it's probably for the best that he doesn't come back just this moment. I will go out looking again in a few. I am just blowing steam.

I have never come across anything, person or otherwise, that is this difficult to love.

**Update**

He came home. I heard barking in the yard and it seems he let himself in. I am currently keeping him out of my sight.