Charlie Sue was resting after breakfast when she responded to the woof-woof of our neighbor's Great Pyrenees. I opened the backdoor and let Charlie tear over to the left, where she normally races.
I heard loud knocking, went to the front door - no one there! Then our neighbor soon came back to report a breach in the fence. The tiny, fluffy new dog - dubbed Little White Dustmop - tunneled under the fence! This crime also engaged the dog-sitter's troop who were yammering on the right side of my backyard. The pug directly behind our yard might have been barking, but it was too chaotic to tell.
Ranger Bob nicknamed LWD, sounding something like Popeye muttering against tiny, noisy dogs. Dustmop was happy to be captured and handed back over the fence. "My dog dug under the fence." I said, "All three of them dug under it. We need close the breaches."
Charlie Sue has established that she is the recreation director for all four yards. She loves to challenge them for a run with her sharp, pointed, barks.
