The dogs are determined to make me live up to my resolution to exercise. Once again, Corky our resident escape artist, escaped. She led me down the hill, several streets over. She would come to me, but stop at about three feet away and take off again. All the while, her tail was wagging. Finally, I caught up to her. She came running past me into the arms of a stranger. So, once again I helped out by a kind person in my wonderful little town. OR is that village?
Corky still refuses to drag me back up the hill. Shameful wench.