"Wait. You idiot! It's me."
Your barking doesn't seem to faze your roommate Dave. He puts you down
inside one of the partitions in the neighbor's yard.
"Now, that should keep you out of trouble," Dave said.
You scratch again with a hind leg at the cursed collar, but the leather collar's a
perfect fit. It's not going to come off by digging at it with your paws.
It's still raining, and soon your fur is drenched. You nose around the edge of
the fence. You can smell other dogs, apparently close by but taking shelter
out of the rain.
Maybe they're smarter than you. You want nothing more than to curl up in the
dry out of the rain...
Maybe your due a lucky break. There's a hole in the fence, maybe just big
enough for you to squeeze your way to freedom.
You don't want to stay in the neighbor's yard and get found by any of his dogs.
You remember Duke, the ingrateful horndog, and that makes the decision.
You slide through the hole in the fence and...