Another Escape

The gardeners didn't close the gate when they left, so when I let the dogs loose in the backyard, MacKenzie escaped. I was naked except for a flimsy little wrap. I couldn't run up and down the street like that, so I had to put on some clothes, shoes and find my glasses.

With shaking hands, I got dressed, wondering how on earth I would find her. She runs like the wind and there was no telling which direction she took off. She also doesn't understand the problem with crossing the street without looking.

In near panic, I ran out the front door and MacKenzie ran in. She covered me with slobbery kisses and ran in little circles. It looks like she has finally figured out that she has a good home and doesn't want to run away. We are making progress.