So here’s what happen in my neck of the woods, I was outside minding my own business in my own yard when I spotted Red Dingo.  I ran to the edge of our driveway and Red Dingo started running toward our property line.  Mom yelled at me to stay which I did but when she reached to grab my tail I took off toward Red Dingo.  Mom started screaming at me like a banshee but I honestly couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying.  I think it was due to the wind blowing in my ears.  Old man Dingo (yes, that’s what we call him) heard mom and he started calling Red Dingo but apparently he couldn’t make out what his dad was saying either.  Anyhow, today I came nose to nose with Red Dingo.  The hair on my back was standing up and so was his.  And I’m pretty sure mom’s was too.  By the time mom reached me, Red Dingo took off running.  She grabbed me by my collar and whipped my butt.  I was so embarrassed I sure hope Red Dingo didn’t see me get a whippin’.  Of course I got another lecture about when she calls my name I better come to her, blah, blah, blah.  She even went as far as to say I don’t deserve any treats if I can’t mind her.  So once again puppers I’m in the doghouse and treatless.  If any of you could spare a few treats please send them my way.