On Sunday morning, Surrey executed the dash-through-the-legs-to-bolt-out-the-door maneuver for the first (and hopefully last) time. What fun we had chasing her around the neighbors’ yards while she would come within 20 feet, then seemingly give a look that said “Nah!” and take off for more quality time with her nose. I was in my pink flannel pajamas with hearts on them. It was freezing.
Anyhoo, after rounding her up, we decided we really needed that gate built for the front porch that we’d been talking about for awhile. So Billy got to work on that and now Surrey has a sad.