Country livin' is the life for me!

There's nothing quite like waking up on a Saturday morning with a fresh cool breeze blowing through the bedroom window... fresh coffee... ahhh! Can life be so grand? Simple things, people. Life is all about the simple things...

So, as I mosey into the kitchen for my lovely mug of coffee (cream, with extra sugar please, and the spoon has to stand up by itself, ok?)... "Damn!" John shouts. Uh oh. He never does that unless it's something bad. "Now what?" I ask... and then I see it. There sits Dewey, our Yellow Lab, on the back porch, which, is no problem since we left him out last night because he's a good boy and can be trusted; but, there is Fang, too. Now, Fang had been "tucked in" for the night in his kennel, and he had escaped three times yesterday (each time by a completely different method). Not good. This makes #4 but at least he is with Dewey on the back porch. I look up to the kennel and fully expect to see Baby, our Boxer. ABSENT! That darned Fang has shown Baby how things are done. I can just hear his pitch now: Buy Fang's Escape Plan, which can be yours for ONLY four doggy treats - satisfaction guaranteed - but the treats don't come back.

Damn, indeed.

Sigh. Nice leisurely morning - NOT!

I call the neigbors... voicemail. I call the Dog Warden - BINGO! I gave them a complete description, her name, and how anyone who calls her is in danger of being licked to death because Baby is a very friendly and playful old girl. She's about eight years old.

No matter how "escape proof" you think a containment system is, I do believe it's the dog's purpose in life to find a way to get out. I can just hear it now, their theme song: "I Want to Break Free" (that Freddie Mercury... can there ever be any other performer to reach that particular level of "WOW-ness"? Queen. I love their stuff; but, I digress (as I usually do).

When dogs are "at-large" in the country - they can be be anywhere; so, it's not a matter of just hopping in the car and going for a drive (although we have done that in the past - and will again - on the off-chance). Baby is a highly energetic girl, and last time, she was over four miles away... so, imagine that. Four miles, in any given direction, with about an eight hour lead (she evidently got out in the middle of the night).

Baby... girl... come home. Last time you went on "your little vacation", I worried myself sick, but I finally found you by posting up "LOST: Baby the Boxer" sheets with your photo everywhere I could, and I offered a reward. You weren't able to come home to me then because someone was going to keep you, and you were penned up (but instead they chose to do the right thing). Please. Just be safe. Wherever you are.