Frieda the Helldog got out of her fence today, and took off. I thought she might be chasing the four-wheeler, but she vanished into the woods. I had a hunch, and rode the ATV into the path in the woods where Frieda had last chased a rabbit, and there she was, digging. She has been after that poor rabbit for months and if he has any wits at all, he is long gone. “I’ve got you,” I said, “I know your lair,” and she followed meekly. Well, she followed. Frieda is becoming a sweetie, When I see her in the morning, she presses her head against my knee, rolls over and wants her belly scratched. If I had tried to scratch her belly two months ago, I’d have one arm.