Monday, Monday

The weekends are hard.  Since we're around all weekend our expectations for progress go up, but usually we emerge frustrated.  Misha takes around 100 steps backwards for each step forward.  She somehow got out of her collar trying to dig out friday and we tried to capture her Saturday to get her collar back on.  I seduced her with chicken jerky then made a grab for her and she snapped at me.  Now she won't even take treats from my hand and is still without collar.  Yesterday, Monday, I got a call at work from my neighbor that the dogs were out.  She managed to get them back in, once, but then they were back playing in the street. She then managed to get Django back in but not Misha.  It was a long day of neighborhood vigilantes, and when I got home from work at 6:45 and they were both back, although Misha was more spooked than ever.  I had to fill in holes and drag RR ties along yet another fence.  Misha has a strong escape urge, and since we can't walk her, she takes any opportunity she can to get out.  Django on the other hand was in the yard two hours without getting out the hole (that I filled in later).  Unfortunately, as I have several evenings booked, this leaves Joanie with the burden of cleaning up after the hounds, feeding, watering, et al.  Leading to a bit of discord.  We're calling Misha the white devil, blanco diablo.