Incarcerated

The dogs were AWOL again yesterday. There was a reported sighting by the neighbor behind us early on and he managed to capture George and return him to our yard, but Gracie was able to give him the slip. It wasn't long before George had escaped again. We have a sneaking suspicion he has found a girlfriend. Jeff and I drove around, following the sounds of barking, but to no avail. (FYI--Deer Run has more dogs than people and most are pit bull/doberman mixes--don't go there to trick-or-treat.) An APB was issued and all we could do was hope that they had seen The Incredible Journey and taken good notes. Fast forward to 5:00 p.m. Jeff called me to report that our neighbor had called him. He and his wife were driving south on 97 and happened to catch a glimpse of two wagging tails on a side road. They pulled over and corralled the fugitives until I could get there for the transfer. Yes, I had to put them in my NEW Honda Pilot and pray that George wouldn't puke (as is his custom) on the way home. God answered that plea and the dogs were sentenced indefinitely to the pen, without bail, until we can survey the entire perimeter of the fence. Bad dogs! Bad, bad dogs!!!!