Bad Dog

If you looked in the dictionary this afternoon under Bad Dog, you would have found a picture of Katy. We went to the Wing place for lunch and to watch the first half of the Cowboys/Buccaneers game. When we got home, there was only one dog in the back yard: Max. I checked the easement and walked the neighborhood calling her name while the other mama drove a larger circle around the area. We met back at the house, neither of us finding her, and the other mama took off in the car again to check a nearby neighborhood. I went to ask Max to use his "doggie E.S.P." to tell Katy to come back home, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a brown and black tail wagging in the window of the sliding glass door. Katy had come home! However she got out of the back yard, that is how she got back in. We have no idea how she got out, since no gaps in the fence look big enough for her to get out. I will be so glad when the fence guys can come out and put in the new fence. In the meantime, no more unsupervised time in the back yard.