The man came home, ate and went to bed.
I spend my days now with Roxy for the most part.
When its raining,
she tends to ignore me and goes to nap in her bed.
Rain is back for my neck of the woods to stay until next spring.
I spend most of my time in the shop.
Out there I can carve and not worry about getting chips on the floor.
I've got a TV and sound system.
Meanwhile I don't have to worry about being quiet so that the man can sleep.
A few days ago Roxy went outside,
then quickly ran back into the shop to dance around.
I thought she wanted to play.
I was preparing to set down my carving when she began to bark.
She rarely barks unless a person is in the yard.
She insisted that I follow her.
"What Lassie? Timmy's fallen into the well?"
I followed my crazy dog outside.
No stranger in the yard.
The problem seemed to be under my house.
She was running frantically from vent to vent to
bark, look at me, bark some more and then snuffle the air through the vent.
Now as I type,
she is currently snuffling along the place where our deck meets
She sounds like a freight train.
She keeps looking at me like I should do something.
The day after the Rotor Rooter Man was here,
Todd came over to show us the hunting map for our new spot.
Roxy followed the guys to Todd's truck for something.
She has never tried to go anywhere...
except for the day when I was hacking my way through the Amazon on the side of the house to get to the access door.
She was closed off from me by a gate to the side yard.
Roxy is quite a jumper.
We knew this, so when she jumped the barrier to the shop,
which is fairly low and showed up in the berries from the other side,
I knew what had happened.
That was the day she became fascinated with the vents.
When she vanished,
I decided to check the berries on that side and found that
someone had left the access door open.
I was sure she was under the house chasing whatever she thinks is in there.
The man and Todd both tried to find her with a flash light.
No dog. No other critter.
After that began a search of the neighborhood by cars.
I was very worried and upset.
She was gone for hours.
As it turns out, the neighbor kids decided to invite her into their house.
Roxy was kicked out when their mom came home.
She wiggled back into the shop...
and warm, dry and happy despite the rain.
I was very unhappy.
We know that Roxy loves people when she is with us.
What if one of the kids had played too hard?
She is not allowed around children unsupervised.
She can be dangerous with those jaws.
Its our responsibility to keep her from getting into a situation that will cause her or anyone else harm.
Right now Missy Moo, as we call her,
is on notice.
Obviously we cannot trust her not to run off,
even though no harm was done and she came right home as soon as she was able.
The man had a serious conversation with the neighbor and their kids.
Not mad at them, but cautioning them not to assume that all dogs are going to stay friendly.
The mom gladly backed him up on that.
I don't know what's up with my wacky dog these days...
her foe under the house and leaving the yard like that.
Who knows what she smells under the house...
but every day now is a "Timmy's in the well!" day.
Once she gets me to go out and look, she is fine.
I just hope its not a repeat of the raccoon issue...
but that's another story.