This morning I walked to the back yard to feed the six year old black lab named Scotty, as I do every morning. However, this was different…He was gone! Somehow, he broke his tie-line that he was attached to and decided to jump the fence and check out the town. After driving all over creation yelling “Scotty…Scotty…Scotty” (like I have tourets or something), I decided to check the animal shelter; he was not there either. Anyway, sometime around 2:30pm I hear a scratch at the front door. Lo behold Scotty came home…covered in white feathers! I am assuming that a family is now relieved of a few chickens or water foul. Needless to say, this place is now on ‘lock down’ and he will be in solitary confinement for the duration of the summer…poor doggy!