Doggone

That is what happens when the screen door is not fully latched.  Fly slipped out the door and was gone faster than you could say Jack Robinson.  All five kids were screaming, shouting, and crying hysterically.  The boys were running down the sidewalk and out in the field (in their socks, no less) waving dog treats and calling the dog's name with tears streaming down their cheeks.  The dog was gone for maybe an entire four minutes, then she came running back around the corner of the house just as quickly as she had disappeared, and leaped into Paul's arms.  Dang sneaky dog.  She looked just a little too pleased with herself after all that; I'd swear she was smirking.