Before I get back to catching up with posts past...
We had quite a scare a couple of nights ago. We had been grandlad-sitting, which led to our following along for William's T-ball game and Alex's one-step-above-T-ball game. The whole thing was a) fun; b) allergy-reactive; and c) long.
The good news was that we got to introduce William to some of the score for A Year With Frog and Toad, which after claiming it "sucked" after the first four seconds he then found quite funny. But that's another story.
We got home quite late, der B unhappy because House had already started without him. I've got the kitchen door open, so that I can keep an eye on the dogs while they're outside and cook at the same time. It wasn't good enough. Peggy realized I wasn't watching as closely as I should be, and climbed over the fence again.
I shut everything off in the kitchen, grabbed a leash, and went out to hunt for her. Unfortunately, there wasn't a sign, and it was extremely dark that night. Der B got in the car, and took a turn himself. When he got back, he told me that he'd spotted her, but that she'd run away from him...and that's when she showed up at the top of the driveway, watching us. I called to her, but she wasn't finished having fun yet, so she set off up the road again, with me trying to follow. Again, it was too dark to see. I was about ready to give up again when she suddenly ran across the road, heading in my direction...and came up to me, wagging her tail and waiting for me to put the leash on her.
I guess that's a happy ending, but the simple fact is we can not keep Peggy much longer. Because she love to bolt we have to keep the doggy door closed, which isn't fair to the other dogs, and she's putting herself in danger every time she runs.
We don't know exactly how this is going to end, but it has to end soon.