That he thought Davy was a blond, and I am thinking this might be why: http://www.flickr.com/photos/therovingeye/7943962900/ Violetta gave me some anxious moments last night, when I couldn't find her anywhere in the house, at bed-time. The back door had been open, but she has never gone further than just past the bottom of the steps into the back yard. She scoots right back, too, as soon as I call her. Timid, she is... and it seemed unlikely she'd actually jumped the fence. But possible. I got... Sign in to see full entry.