Our wicked Labrador.

At the ripe old age of 11, our slightly flabby Labrador (AKA Bonnie)has decided that she doesn't love us anymore. Well, maybe it's not that she doesn't love us, but she doesn't want to be fenced in by us. For the last couple of weeks she has been hauling her rather large backside over the back gate and escaping the yard (and her little terrier friend, Bella). Since the first attempt to flee, I have been making our yard look increasingly ugly by nailing boards over any spot that I think a Labrador might see fit to fling herself over. I thought I had her stumped - almost a week and no escape! Until today. We left for church at 9.30 am, and I didn't get home until 3. No sign of Bonnie. I called and called, but still no lolloping Labrador came panting to greet me, tired out after her escape and subsequent forays into the neighbourhood. I rang the Dog's Home, and, sure enough, our wicked Labrador was there, doin' time for her latest escape. So, $26 dollars later, she is home and snuggled up in the loungeroom with her best mate Bella, giving me the 'see, this is what I wanted all along' look every time I walk past. I guess I will just have to give in and let her grow old gracefully as an inside dog. Ciao until next time.