Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Dog

He had escaped. And me still in my nightie. Fortunately he was only at the other end of our lane and came back when I went outside the gate and called him. How did he get out?!!

Yesterday a woman was following us in the woods. She wasn't following us; she was following the same path. But she was following us. And she had a dog, with whom George kept disappearing off to play. I speeded up to try and keep him with me, but every time I looked around the woman was the same distance away from us!

I felt like Butch Cassidy and that marshall in the big hat. 'How is she doing that? I couldn't do that. Could you do that?' I asked George.
'Maybe she has an Indian tracker.'
'Don't be silly! She can see us; why would she need a tracker?'
That made him sulk but after a while he broke the silence saying, 'Maybe she's blind.'
I was about to scoff again when it occurred to me that, if she were blind, she would need a tracker just to get through the woods. 'You're not as dull as you appear, George.'
'Woof!'

Now, as I won't let him out again until I'm dressed, he's eating his chair.
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