Poor Dusty

 It's Friday. Fridays are hard on my little girl - first comes Mama's physical therapy, which she feels *requires* her presence in a supervisory (or possibly a continuation of her secret service) capacity.  Next comes Kim, and (shudder) water torture.  She loves running around in the rain, but god forbid she get a shower... This week, the other two puppies just followed along, but Dusty? She hid until she thought she was safe, and then when discovered, attempted to make an escape. Roger grabbed her up and put her in air jail, but her little legs were still attempted a 100-yard dash while suspended in midair.  My girl - she's determined even if thwarted.