Lena never leaves me. Never. Her place in life is about six inches behind me. If I leave her at home, I need to be sure she is inside. And that the door is tightly shut and locked. Why? Cuz if she is outside she flies over the fence and goes, goes, goes, until someone stops her. Usually someone will call cuz I have my phone number around her neck. They will say what a cute, sweet dog she is. I will thank them and go retrieve my determined run-a-way girl. Not this last time. She ended up in the Humboldt County Animal Shelter. I was just so relieved to know she was safe. She was SO happy to see me when I went to pay her bail and reclaim her.
What has she been up to since her homecoming. Doing what she loves most . . . herding her mom and finding the best of the stinkiest to roll in.
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