A lovely evening in Chicago... one of my last for a long time....

I put the E's in their harnesses and we go outside. I have my book, my glass of wine. I am deep into French/English relations in 1800.

Edwina asks to go in the house. I let her in. Where's Eddie?? It is getting dark. I call for Eddie. Becoming more frantic... I crash through all the bushes and undergrowth....calling for Eddie.

Sick at heart I go to the front yard. It is Friday night and the street is busy. I circle the house any number of times...."Eddie!"

Finally...I see him...in the front...without his harness....

The chase begins.... in the bushes, out of the bushes, in... out...I stay between him and the street....

He has rubbed everything in sight.... he decides to roll in the dirt. I slowly move toward him and LUNGE! I grab him...he fights me....my watch breaks against the brick....flaying....his claw cuts open my lip.....

he is in the house....

He is sooooooooooooo grounded!