We live in a Stalag!

Help! We are under house arrest!

They are building our new doghouse next door and we have been going to inspect the work and snoopervise (thank you, Lorenza, we love that word!). Well, Mom and Aunt Bec said they are tired of having heart attacks every time they can't find us and then see us out by the cows. Can we help it if we are resourceful and can find every low spot under the fence?

Now that we feel like we live in a jail, it is really important for us to escape! The only thing going for this place is the meals ... and the treats ... and the sofa ... and our beds ... and petting ... and the heat (it was freezing outside this morning!).

(Stalag - German prison camp, at least it is German for our fine and distinguished heritage.)