We had an adventurous Sunday. Ginger got out of the outdoor play pen. Twice. Last night, in the dark. She saw the situation differently than the rest of us …

Let’s do it again!

LURA: Found her!

TIM: Where are you?

LURA: Way in the back in–ouch!– the brush!

GINGER: Come on back, it smells like rabbit butt in here!!!

LURA: Ok, Ginger, fun’s over, it’s time to–OUCH!, stupid blackberries–go home.

CHARLIE (looking worried): You scared us, Ginger, and you didn’t even make the hole in the fence big enough for me to get through.

GINGER: Ok, but wait, smell this over here!

LURA: No, we are going inside, it’s dark and this is the second time I’ve had to crawl into a brier patch after you today.

TIM: Good tracking, Mom.

LURA: Yeah, that will be helpful if I ever decide to take up treeing coons.

TIM: How did she get out this time? I drove another post at the gate so we didn’t have a repeat of this morning.

LURA: Peeled up the fence in the back. New rule: Ginger Houdini is not allowed to be loose in the play pen.

GINGER: Houdini! That’s a very respectable nickname! Charlie! I’m a Houdini! Wait! Smell over here! Squirrel!

CHARLIE (prancing nicely on his leash): Yeah, and you know what else? Tonight, I’M the Good Dog! Ha, ha, ha!