There's an alienated dachshund next door to me. She shows no sign of roamin, however.

In the yard next door to HER live a German shepherd and a rottweiler. Even the dachshund (Ramona is her name) has the rudimentary intelligence to know that she stands no chance against them.

So the neighbors open the door, shout "Go potty! Go potty!" (It's embarrassing to listen to) and heave her into the back yard. Ramona usually figures out what is wanted, then starts barking to get back in the house immediately thereafter.

Since the neighbors have rsumed watching television, we have to listen to "Yap yap yap yap yap!" until Ramona manages to penetrate the fog. You should see the look on my cat's face when that happens.