Gosh I forgot how sweet she is when she is being good..."there was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. and when she was good, she was very, very good, and when she was bad she was horrid!" As soon as we hit Mission, she knew she was close to home. She was so frantic that Mo was sure she had to pee so we stopped and let her out. She didn't have to pee, I think she just knew where she was and I can't quite figure that one out. She shared our timmy's sandwiches, and had a whole 10 pack of timbits to herself (except I stole one). I decided to try her out with the little dogs and cats, altho, Phebers just slips out any door I go thru anyway. I think she will end up, wherever, whenever she wants as long as it isn't with Ed. Anyway, so far, so good, she is sleeping behind me on the computer chair. I am glad she is back, I forgot how much I once loved her...now I remember why. Welcome home Phoebe, you can be the red whirling wonder if you have to, and if you don't, that is ok too.