There will be no documentation of Madison's little adventure this morning. H-Mom was too boiling to whip out the camera and snap away. Although the photo ops were plentiful.
In addition to being "The Forager," Madison is "The Greeter."
At the lake this morning, there was a commotion up at the gate. A giant yellow lab and two black labs coming in. One woman in and the other out. Two ball-obsessed pit bulls going out. And even though every dog in OUR party was way down the path, happily enjoy the water, fetching toys and swimming and behaving, Madison was "Greeting."
H-M0m had her in eyeball range, watching her goofy bouncing welcome dance, keeping a bead on those two perked up black schnauzer ears.
Then there were no more schnauzer ears. Two black labs. One golden lab. The tail end of two retreated pitties. And no Madison.
H-Mom shouted. MADISON. And she headed up to the gate, anxious, just a bit.
No ears, no Madison.
And then, there was Madison on the WRONG side of the fence, deep in the scrubby brush along the ravine on the other side of the path.
Looking intensely sheepish. Looking guilty and kind of beggin' forgiveness, but also kind of delighting in the adventure.
She either swam out into the lake and doubled back around the entry fence to make her escape, or squeezed out in the confusion of comings and goings.
H-Mom struggled to lean over the fence, fished Madison's collar loop from the crush of snaggled tropical brush and marched her, from the RIGHT side of the fence, all the way to the front gate. It wasn't pretty.
In other words, Madison is in the dog house for a couple days.