Alice (she was about 13 here) was a pup when Rachel and Cliff first moved onto the property. She was the best dog hunter we ever knew - she kept well fed. Once, the family was invited to the mouth of elk river, about 12 miles away, to a party. Unthinkingly, Cliff loaded her into the van with the rest of the party-goers (she'd never been off the property). The gala was on somebody's sheep ranch and Alice bolted out of the van upon arrival past a terrified herd of sheep, which was a capital offense for a canin. We thought that was the last of her. She was back on the land in 2 days.