Jesse and I now have a ritual where she jail-breaks her way out the front door when I’m not looking, and then, when she’s good and ready, comes down onto the retaining wall where I can see her from my desk. This means that I must carry her in, because her feet are too delicate for the gravel walk. She complains bitterly the entire short walk in—not that I am carrying her, but that I am apparently not carrying her to her satisfaction.