We spent last week at our cottage in Wisconsin.  Due to some law the only kind of fence we can erect on our property is split rail because it doesn't fence out the wildlife.  Split rail also doesn't fence in basset hounds.  So whenever we take the hounds out we put them on 25 foot leashes attached to the front corner of our deck.  Now that Maya is a tripawd we let her our without being on her leash since she doesn't go that far.  That is until one day last week.  The hounds were out sunning themselves and I was reading the news on my tablet while enjoying the fresh air.  My wife came out looked at Jethro and Lilly tied out and sunny themselves.  She then asks me "where's Maya?".  I respond "sunny herself on the grass".  Why wife looks around and says "where?".  Ruh-roh!  Where is my baby?  My wife walks down the driveway and looks up the road and there is Maya a block down the road and moving along at a decent pace.  We both called her and she ignored us and kept on walking.  My wife grabbed her regular leash and went and hooked her up to bring her home.  Evidently going home was not what she had in mine.  In her best tripawd fashion she collapsed on the ground letting out a big sigh.  (Maya has learned that all she has to do if she doesn't want to do something is to lay down.)  Only after promising her a cookie did she get up and walk back to our cottage.