You really realize how important it is for your dog to listen to you when it is pouring down rain and you want to go to bed.  A few months ago they would go out in the back, do their business, and come right back to the door and go nite nite.  And, Lulu still does that.  But Sofie gets lost somewhere under the pines, or in a hole, and meanders all over the place, never to return.  It is useless to call her name because she could not care less.  So, on go the crocks, out comes the umbrella, and the bag of cooked chicken, and into the elements, and the raging mud rivers, in the back yard, to try and get the silly dog in.  Oh my!  One would think that I would know better then to let her out on a night like this verses take her out on a lead.  Will I ever learn?