Did Fiorella tell you that twice last month the security company had to alert a police cruiser to come out and check on the house? The first time, it turned out that Sonia Dog was hurling herself against the locked glass patio door so forcefully that she set off the alarm. The second time, she'd hurled herself against the unlocked back door to the garage until it popped open. When Son found her, just before the cruiser arrived, the alarm was shrieking bloody murder and Doggie was racing around like a crazy woman.
So from now on, we're leaving Sonia, who has a cast-iron bladder and no longer chews on anything but rawhide bones, inside the house when we go out--because she is nothing if not dogged.