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
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