This morning Dru woke the neighborhood with much barking that calls for her to hush would stop. We assumed one of the neighbors had a visiting service vehicle she was sassing, and would quiet when it left. Wrong. Spike was wearing the No Bark collar this time, which gives a little warning shock if he barks (and he knows it), so when he yelped in surprize and then began a constant yammer of "OW! QUIT IT! OWWWW! QUIT IT!" I ran outside in bare feet to save my poor wussy dog from the jaws of Death.
He was not stuck in the run wire as I fearfully imagined. He was hiding in the igloo from the collar that shocked him every time he yelled "Quit it!" A red and white Basset Hound stood outside their run watching Dru's hysterical running about. Behind him was an elderly Weimaraner with obvious hip troubles -- she was more timid, but both dogs were friendly enough for the Sister-Unit to get their names and phone number off their collars while I got the No Bark collar off Spike and calmed him down with much cuddles.
Butchy and Ashes' daddy came and got them, and all was well. *Whew*