Lucy

Lucy stands behind the 7 foot tall unpainted picket fence and looks blankly to the unfenced world beyond. Then she barks, and keeps on barking in a strident-urgent way--like a baby crying-- until a human does something about the barking--usually luring her inside with a treat.

Every once in a while she will escape the fence or closed doors. Then she runs-- like the wind, a brown and black streak of high spirits and unbound energy--around houses, up and down front stairs, onto porches and through gardens. She does not stray far, staying within smell or sight of the house she lives in. Finally, tired and thirsty, she comes to rest by the door through which she escaped, offering herself up to captivity.