You remember Stanley, yes? He still comes around from time to time.

And now that Libby is older, her prey drive has kicked in.

So whenever Stanley even comes close to getting in the backyard, Libby is on him.

Completely focused…digging to Texas – not China since we’re already on this side of the world, trying to flush him out.

And while we’ve fixed the fence issue with Paco (knock on wood), the back fence is another story.

It doesn’t go all the way to the ground. So when Libby thinks she’s finally spotted him – whoosh – under the fence she goes.

The first time she did it, I worried she was going to run off.

But after the second time, I realized she’s not going anywhere – not until she gets Stanley, at least.

So I usually finish up doing whatever I was doing in the first place & then head out the complex, down the road – leash in hand, to go pull her away from the chase.

And this last time she almost had him.

Just as Eric & I had hooked her up to the leash we heard this great splash.

We looked down to see Stanley swimming upstream in the binjo ditch – hopping like a spawning Salmon – trying to get further & further away from Libby.

And once we manage to walk the 100 yards back around to her - balancing on the concrete edge to keep from disturbing the fields…this is what we find.

Happy, smiling, tongue-wagging, dirty-nosed, muddied-pawed Libby.

Whining because she can’t figure out how to get back under our fence & because she’s too scared to jump the ditch.

[looking left & right]

Ssshhh….there was an embarrassing & unfortunate slip & splash accident right into the binjo ditch in the middle of February when it was ice cold & she was too little to jump right back out of it.

But you didn’t hear that from me.