For Her Own Good

We own a beagle. According to the experts, her sense of smell is around 10,000 times more developed than a human's and is superior to most other breeds of dog. This highly-sensitive nose tempts our Daisy-doodle to leave the yard and go running all over the neighborhood looking for tasty treats hiding in garbage cans, although a sandwich in the hand of a toddler will suffice. She is not averse to jumping into the back of an open station wagon while the owner is unloading purchases, grabbing the handles of a grocery bag in her mouth, and dragging it home to enjoy its contents in her favorite spot under the spruce tree.

We finally broke down and ordered an invisible fence. Whenever she plays outside, Daisy must now wear a special collar that beeps when she ventures too close to the edge of our property. She can still stand at the top of the hill and bark imperiously at all the passers-by on the road below; she just can't sneak off on Wednesday mornings to inspect the overflowing cans of trash set out at the ends of driveways for the garbage truck.

Daisy is confused by the new restriction,

but our neighbors are ecstatic.

Dinner last night: chicken dipped in ranch and rolled in panko, pasta

Exactly three years ago:

Friday's Five: Jen

Exactly four years ago:

Dirty Details