When two out of three dogs came back inside this morning, I didn’t think much about it. For a while. But after patiently waiting for Bud (who we probably should have named “Bart”) to turn up, I decided to step outside and have a look. Sure enough, there he was, patiently waiting – OUTSIDE the gate. It’s been a while (a couple of years, I think) since he made a break for it so I was kind of hoping he’d outgrown that tendency, but once I got him inside I realized what he must have been up to. Mainly, chasing a skunk.