Oh, but I am.
A neighbor spotted the two bad dogs about a mile down the road yesterday morning and when John went to get them, they had disappeared. So we spent the day fretting and worrying that they might have been dognapped or come to some harm. John drove up and down and all around our area, looking for the wanderers; Justin searched in the woods; and various neighbors kept their eyes open.
When at last Willa and Ali emerged from the woods above Justin and Claui's house about 6:30 pm, they were tired, hungry, covered in rose thorns, and magnificently unrepentant. We learned from neighbors that they have been making a habit of traveling farther than we'd imagined so, for the time being, Willa and Ali are grounded. Willa is going to be let out only when Ali is in -- and vice versa. And for the next week, she'll only be going out on a leash -- an attempt to break them of these wandering ways.
