Someone hit and run my back fence. I think it might have happened Sunday, but the dogs only discovered it Monday. I came home and Zeke was out on Monday--thought the meter reader let him out.

The next day, LUCY was out and Zeke was in! I knew something was wrong, then. Lucy won't cross through the gate if it's left open. Walked the fence and found where someone had hit it!

So we locked them in all day on Wednesday, and came home late last night, walked them, then put them to bed. Opened the pet door so the cats could come in and out.

We were so beat we all slept in this morning--except the boy who sleeps with the dogs, let them out of his room at dawn. I woke up to a man screaming in the street "Get out of here!!" and dogs barking. Lucy the big stupid chicken was acting like she was going to eat the guy's dog. Running at him and when he yelled she'd sit down in the street until he turned away. (It is amusing in hindsight!) He walks the same time every day, and they bark through the fence at him and his dog. It was a big surprise to all of us--including the dogs, I'll bet--that there was no fence between him and our dogs!

As soon as they saw me, they came to the gate. Which can only mean they were out so long they were tired of running! I kept expecting animal control to show up, but they never did.

Fence fixed. All is well.

Karen