just got back from chasing around that dog from my neighborhood that routinely escapes. this is the fourth time i've followed it around the neighborhood for an hour or two - i wasn't able to catch it. i've actually never been the one to catch it. it's been caught only two of the four times. it makes me feel so bad to leave it out there but it knows where its home is and does *not* want to be caught.

it is so scared of confined spaces it breaks my heart...