Check out our dogs new tags. I have our German Shepherds, Daisy and Zar, wearing them because this morning John let them both out in the yard and only one dog came back. We were worried sick. We’re fenced in to keep out the deer and the bobcats and mountain lions (you can see where Los Gatos gets its name, The Cats)—although yesterday my brother saw a bobcat in our front yard and a cub in the brush. The last time I saw a bobcat in our yard I hissed at it so it would stop and I could get John to take a picture. It did stop, and cranked its head to stare at me, giving me the chills so I went inside, backing up. So anyway, John drove the truck down to the highway to find Daisy, and heard a yip. Then Daisy came charging out of the woods and leaped in the back of the truck. I guess she didn’t really want to escape—unlike my childhood dogs, who would always jump in the back of the pound truck with the guy standing there with the net. But the question remains: Did Daisy jump the 7-foot fence? It was creepy, like an alien abduction. Zar, the male, is a homebody and could not be bothered to jump a fence. If there’s a noise outside, he sort of peeks over the deck and lets Daisy, the female, investigate. This reminds me a lot of how Kate in False Alarm has to do all the dirty work.