Oh my gosh. I would like to tell a true story, or one of my true stories about my BAD dog, Wile.E. One time my dad and I were going to Wal-mart to get some eggs. Then my dog wanted to come with us. So he escaped from the house and came after us. We put him back inside the house. We left the window open to get some fresh air in. So then my dog escaped again by jumping out of the window, and chased us. So Greg had to put him back inside the house again. Then we thought he wouldn’t do it again so we left the house again. Then my dog jumped out the window again and visited the park. Then we had to go back and get him. Heh heh, Greg had to carry him back to the house and make sure he couldn’t get out again.
Sage, You took a good picture of Greg and Wile E. I am starting to suspect that he is a close relative of Wile E. Coyote. Have you seen any road runners around?