The schools are closed for Spring Break, the winery is always closed on Monday, Tom had the day off, and it was cold in the house this morning. Do you blame me for sleeping in a little?
Because of daylight savings time, the sun was just creeping down the hills into the hollow when I drug myself out of the warm covers and spotted Belle peeking in at the French doors. I stepped out to say good morning and she went all wiggly, grinning and sneezing, and Max came prancing around the corner, ready to play.
So I hurried through my own breakfast, changed clothes, and stepped out onto the front porch to go for our morning walk.
No dogs.
I hollered for them off the back deck.
No dogs.
I walked up to the road, calling their names and whistling as I went. I waited…and waited…and waited.
Finally, a small black dot appeared far down the road, way outside the boundaries of our "yard", breaking into a run at the sight of me.
Max, oh you bad boy. Can you see him way down there?
Look how his ears are lying flat. He knows he's in big trouble.
Belle came running out of the trees from our property about this time. That's their trick. Max sends Belle ahead by a different route to try to make me think they were in our "yard" the whole time.
Busted.
We went for a walk, anyway. It was too gorgeous of a morning to waste on punishment.
Why should I suffer for their bad behavior?
I'm a terrible mother.
Long Hollow 
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