Lake Tahoe Day 3

Our Dogs Swim at Exclusive Locales -

We did not bring a ball with us, but Dagny found something to throw:

It was quite windy . . . . . . and a tad bit cold. OK, we were freezing, but the pups loved it - Nice Irish weather.

The Old Man (aka Rocket)

So sad to leave . . .

Lake Tahoe - Days 1 & 2

Ski Time

Day 1: Kirkwood

At the bar (where Kate hung out after her spectacular fall)
Day 2: Northstar-At-Tahoe

Injury Count: 2 "tweaked" knees, 1 sore foot

The Ride UP to Nevada

5:20 am: Tucson (ready to go) - We brought Hank's new bed for him to lounge on in the car. Doesn't he look excited?! Of course Dagny is - a DAY of herding cars . . . nothing can top that!

P.S. Red eye remover doesn't work on yellow eyes (sorry, Bud)

5:51 pm: Somewhere near the California/Nevada line - Hank is soooo bored . . . and refuses to drink water ("Only ice cubes, please.")

The Lookout

I rearranged the second bedroom so that I can sit at my desk, see "the wall," and maybe catch our little escape artist in the act. I'm not really a desk studier, but I guess I'll have to make it work for now. It's worth a try!

Update: I stepped away from the desk to answer phone and she did it AGAIN! We are gonna have to stretch the electric fence all the way around the yard. So much for having a walled yard . . .

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me . . .

Well, she's now done it 3 times in 24 hours.

1) Last night there was a knock on the door. "Hello, neighbor!" we hear. She'd jumped from the wall onto the roof and then went all the way across it to the other side of the yard. "I'm sorry, I think my cat was taunting her," he said. Yeah, this is totally his cat's fault. It couldn't possibly be my psychotic dog's fault or anything!

2) Then, today I woke up before Patrick and put the doggies outside. They are out there no more than 5 minutes when I get a little nervous and decide to check and make sure everyone is still back there. Nope. Only Hank. I peak over the wall hoping to see her sitting there. Nope. No Dagny. Roof? Nope. No Dagny. I check the yard and the house again. Maybe she snuck back inside? Nope. No Dagny. I asked Hank - "Where's Dagny?" He leads me to the wall. No Joke, Dude. So I look out in alley. Nope. No Dagny. I walk around to the front in my PJ's, and there she is - sitting in the front yard by the gate to the back . . . Oops, how did I get out here? her face says. I told you she wasn't trying to run away.

3) So tonight - The electric fence is up, the collar has a new battery, I have been outside with them all afternoon, and she KNOWS where she can go and she can't. Eating dinner, we hear a knock, knock, knock! Yeah, she did it again. With the electric fence and all. Our neighbor again apologized for his cat "taunting Dagny." He says she is such a "sweet dog," a "good dog," and not to worry. But, they have to be getting kinda annoyed with us by now, right?

We moved the fence some so that she can't get anywhere near the wall.

I hope that works.

But my hopes are not too high.

I sat outside with the shock collar remote in the vein hope of catching her in the act. To end the suspense, she didn't make a break for it. She didn't get farther than a foot from me the entire time I was outside. And Hank insisted on trying to sit in my lap.

N-U-T-S

We should be a sitcom . . .