Baby.

What a rascally girl. Baby finally came home yesterday afternoon. I swear, that dog just can't behave herself. She likes to run free because she got used to it when she stayed with granma, and when Fang "springs her" - off she goes. With close to 200 acres - the old girl got spoiled over there. So, thankfully, she only went to the top of our 17 acres, and she decided to hang out with the neighbor up on top of the hill. Once she got her visiting out, our neighbor lady brought her home. Baby was sitting in the front passenger seat (anytime we'd go out, that's where she'd sit, the front seat, or have a pout). Anyway, the good news is that she was HOME! Her area was, once again, secured, and that brings me to today's Dog Report.

Guess who was sitting out on the back porch again this morning? Mr. Fang! Gawd. What are we gonna do with this little feller? So, we take a look up at the kennel - and is Baby anywhere to be seen? NO! Damn. Grrr. This is getting old. Before I got my first cup of coffee, I slipped into my "dog catchin' suit" and hopped into the van to head up to my neighbor's house. Before I got to the end of my drive, there she was, Baby coming towards me at a full run. THANK GOD!

Hmmph. Well, Fang and Dewey are fine when out of the kennel. They stay put. Baby, the rebellious Boxer can not. Right now, Miss Baby the Runaway is inside until I can figure out just what to do.

Yeah, country life. Simplicity! HA!