Somehow Tessa's shock collar got lost a while back, and it has doubtless been buried in the snow. It took a while, but she has figured out that her boundary has become permeable, and has now taken to dropping in unannounced on Tray. The new collar came this afternoon, but not before I'd bundled Betty up and taken her outside while I walked the dog. Our experiment in country living has had its ups (peace and quiet) and downs (bugs!!!), and one thing my inner city slicker misses is sidewalks. Instead of taking Betty with us in her stroller as I walked the dog, Betty sat in it on the front porch, covered in a blanket, like some 19th-century English invalid out taking the air. Meanwhile Tessa and I tramped back and forth in the mud and snow.
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