Well, it happened. ABBY finally escaped to find her freedom. I knew she had been secretively plotting this for quite some time, and yesterday she saw the right opportunity and took it. Now, before I continue, I must explain a few things. I've been having this problem with my front aluminim screen door. For about a month now, it's gotten to where it doesn't close all the way shut and will stand open 4 to 5 inches if I don't pull or push it until it will latch closed. ABBY has taken notice of this. But she knows that she's not supposed to go out in the front yard without having either her leash or harness on. My front yard is not fenced in and the street runs right next to it. I had been to the store and was carrying what few sacks I had into the house. About that time it dawned on me that I had forgotten to pull the door closed, and in that instant it was already too late. ABBY took notice of the set of events and was out the door in a flash. I, on the other hand, was still standing there holding a bag of groceries and probably looking like I'd just been shot. Tossing the groceries aside and uttering a few expletives that aren't allowed for me to repeat, I tore out door after her. With my gimpy leg and knowing how fast she is, I really doubted on being able to catch her. (I think I should add, even though she knows what "Come Here" means, she's got very selective hearing.) I could just imagine her running throughout the neighborhood, shouting, in dog language of course, "Free at Last!, Free at Last!, Hallelujah! I'm Free at Last!". But to my pleasant surprise, she had decided not to run too far. She had made it just around where I park my pick-up and stopped. I guess she must have realized that she wasn't supposed to be where she was. Anyway, it was one anxious moment that I don't want to be repeated.