What a week! Apparently I have a little black escape artist (remind you of another dog, Kathy?) On Monday when I got home from work Sophie met me at the gate, but no Grays. I looked around the yard then in the house. Just when my throat was starting to freeze up and I forced myself to take a deep breath, out of the corner of my eye I saw the phone flashing indicating there was a message. It was from the UPS guy. "Um, yeah. Your puppy was running back and forth across 17th South and almost got hit so I just found a fenced yard and put her in there. Here's the address."
After I got her back to our yard, I went over into the the neighbor's driveway, called to her, and watched her do a soldier crawl under the wire out through this hole. So I patched it up with more fencing.
Next morning at 5 am when I was out stealing bagged leaves for the garden, Sophie gets out through the gate and starts ripping up the neighbor's garbage. I go over to get her. Grays, not one to be left out, comes shooting through the bushes through a NEW hole. So dad put an old stump in that hole. Don't you like the way we Joneses monkey-rig things?
You GOTTA love THIS fence which, at one time was sufficient to keep Sophie and Addison out of the garden...withOUT the extra support of the lawn chairs and garbage cans. But little Grays just puts her front paws on it and bounces until something gives way.
Dad came over the other day and rigged up a "trolley" during the rain and snowstorm so that at least I won't be getting any more calls from the UPS guy or find my cute puppy squished in the street. And guess who dad found in the front yard sitting on the lawn when he arrived? Sophie! 
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