I didn't count on the dogs. They are small, white and fluffy like the one that lives here, but unlike him they are fast and yappy. They chased me around the yard for some time before their owner came outside and rescued me. I hate being held but I was almost beyond caring at that stage. He brought me back to my guards and handed me over.
I'm back in solitary, but the more fences between me and those dogs the better. Alfalfa biscuits never tasted so good.