I have been taking care of some friend's pets this week while they are vacationing. Today I took Pepe out for his daily crap. Pepe is a sweet little Shih-Tzu and is as good of a dog as you can ask for normally. Not today. Pepe made his break like a prisoner on a work detail. I had no idea the little bastard was that quick either. I chased him throughout the yard and figuredhe'ss slow down. Nope on my third trip past my car I considered just getting the pistol out and putting a .45 in the little prick's spine. I reconsidered when I realized that Pepe's owners are my friends and would gladly kill me and hide my body for shooting their beloved pet. He must have sensed the murder on my mind because he decided to leave the yard. Pepe finally wore himself out when he got down the hill and neared the bank on the four lane. I'm sure all the neighbors were thrilled as I was cursing Pepe at the top of my lungs as he and I ran (run is a very loose term with me, it was more like I was shuffling my feet really fast) through their yards. I got him back to the house and decided that he was going to be much better supervised the rest of the week. No wonder people love it when I'm in the nieghborhood.