That is a good looking mutt. Kudos for helping her out.

A couple years ago, deep in the mountains of Central Idaho, we had to stop to let our Jack Russel out to pee. I thought I had him safely contained between a large creek and me on the road.

Big Mistake.

That little bastard got a whiff of something on the breeze and flew past me at mach 2. Over the mountain he went.

There just ain't no stopping a terrior in pursuit.

All we could do, was sit on the side of the road and wait. About thirty minutes later he came back over the ridge toward us, still on a dead run, with his tongue hanging out. But proud as hell and wagging his tail.

That was the last time he got out of the truck without his leash.

People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.