Recently I was forced to tie up my dog Helga, because she and her puppy Rufus were starting to wander too far down the road. My other dog, K.C., never joined them because she was shot through and through in the heart/lungs area a year ago deer season. Her Indian nickname is "takes up the couch tu". Partly because my first hound nicknamed "takes up the couch" committed automotive suicide (she was a Valkyrie), and also to denote that she is a nosferatu (they didn't use a silver bullet, so she lived).

Getting back to Helga. She and Rufus are pure-bred Hellhound. Helga was given to me as a puppy by a native woman on the Red Lake Indian reservation, and will break anything that isn't fully idiot-proof. But I love her and Rufus just as much as K.C. because of some of the things they do that make me laugh so hard. As I was saying, I was forced to tie her up recently. I tied her to a tire and rim thrown in the snowbank in front of the doghouses with about 25 feet of rope so that she could get food and water and into a doghouse if it gets cold. The other two dogs stick pretty close to her while she's tied, because they're all pretty good buds. The other day I was watching them out the window and saw that Rufus and K.C. were wrestling within the radius of Helga's rope. Then Helga stretched her rope tight within a few feet of them and ran full circle as fast as she could with the rope stretched tight until it hit K.C. and Rufus in the legs and took 'em out. Are you starting to see why she's only grounded for a month?
As an addendum to the previous; a herd of deer walked along the lake access trail 30 or 40 yards south of my living room window. K.C. and Rufus took off in hot pursuit. Rufus returned immediately when I hit the porch and started yelling. K.C. stayed gone for about 5 minutes. Now she's grounded for a month, too.
As a further addendum (since it's been awhile and I've forgotten Everthing2 protocol, so couldn't even post to scratchpad), Helga has decided that her most recent punishment is similar to mine for my last driving offense. When I discussed my 3 year suspension of all driving privileges with the Department of Motor Vehicles; I asked what seemed to me to be a logical question since I live 2 1/2 miles from a town of 550 and we have no public transportation. "What am I supposed to eat, dirt?". Helga was chained up a couple of days ago because she is the dipso-facto leader of my trio of dogs (K.C. would argue otherwise, but Helga thinks the least), and the three of them were seen chasing the neighbors cattle. This afternoon when I went out to check on her, she had filled the top of her food bucket with dirt and then moved it twice so that the imprint quite plainly spelled out "8 dirt". Dumb animals.