Tuesday, September 25, 2012
The boys took off up the hill toward the field. I saw the RABBIT. They didn't . But that didn't matter. FREEDOM was at hand and Wrigley took the opportunity to RUN for it. He truly looked happy. Wilson, likewise.
I managed to chase them down with the help of our neighbor who was aroused at 7 AM by my frantic calling. Luckily she has dogs and understands. Wrigley ran right upher steps and slobbered her with kisses. Wilson, always more circumspect, was still sniffing for RABBIT. We all got home to find poor Frannie, still leashed up, stranded with her leash stuck on a tree in the yard.
Clearly it is time for training. OK Karen Pryor, here I come.