Ya know, that damm dog tried to kill me, or at least spill my beer on more than one occasion. At Jills/our old place, we had a cable run between 2 trees with a lead for her to move on. She had access to most of the back yard, and to a small ditch creek that always had water. Unfortunately she was of a (single and purposeful) mindset that had to be restrained in the city, the back yard abutted a golf course, and if she got loose, she'd make a beeline for some of the golfers for whatever reason. You could yell at her so that someone across town could hear, she wouldn't or couldn't, could never figure out which. At any rate, once I'm sitting in the chair, she takes off, and before I realize it I'm on the ground holding my beer in the air. Her run caught one of the legs on the lawnchair and snapped it off. Well 3 legged chairs don't work as well as 4 legged ones. She also did the same thing but caught me in the back of the legs once. Had rope burns right at the back of the knees, and of course went on my a$$. That one sucked. Our biggest issue with Holly is that when out for a run, she tends to like to run right in front of the 4wh, and then stop. Chaz
