As Homer Simpson once said, "Ohhhuhhohh! It would be so much easier to find Waldo if there weren't all those other stupid people in the picture!"
Because Roma tends to go her own way at Dog Park, and elsewhere, fellow Parkers often ask me "Where's Roma?" I shrug, fling a sweeping arm, and point. "Yonder." How should I know? She's a stealth dog, quiet and slowly deliberate in her movements. Plus, with her Husky colorings, she blends in with the background, no matter the season or the surroundings.
See what I mean?
I rarely worry. That dog isn't going anywhere without me—until she grows a thumb and finds the spare car keys. Then she is so out of here.