Our vet recommended either keeping Alice in a crate all day or building a dog run in our "backyard." I use the term loosely because it's really a patio with a fence. If we installed a dog run, there'd be no room for anything else. The other option is to wear her out, keep to her schedule religiously and make sure she knows that we still love her (duh) and hopefully she'll forget all about that little hole in the fence that has since been plugged up.

I decided to foster the 10 year old beagle at the Berkeley Shelter. We'll call her Ellie. It just kills me that, come selection time, the old grey dogs get killed first. I can't save them all, but at least we've saved one more.