It finally happened!  The door of freedom flung open and beckoned us.  Well it didn’t actually open on its own.  While barking good morning to the kids at the bus stop, Asa jumped on the gate.  That’s when it happened.  The wood splintered, the latch flew off, and the gate swung open!  We both stood there bewildered at our sudden change in circumstance.  Dad was on the opposite side of the yard tending to his stick “trees,” oblivious to what had just happened.  And Mom was inside still cleaning up after our recent days of bachelorhood.  What to do?  Should we heed the call of the wild and finally join the coyotes in the woods, or at least venture across the street and say hello to Odie and Trouble?  While I stood pondering the many possibilities, Asa trotted off and started eating dandelions within the safety of our yard.  I suppose he’s right.  One mustn’t rush off on an adventure without some sort of a plan.  So I settled in beside Asa to chew my stick and dream.  By the way, Mom and Dad were quite pleased with my decision not to stray, and we feasted on peanut butter bones as my reward for protecting Asa from the mythical call of Homer’s Sirens.  Besides, I’m not really sure what coyotes eat, but I’m pretty sure they don’t have peanut butter bones.  So all in all it is good we held off on answering the call of the wild.  But should it happen again I will be prepared!