Just today, I took my puppy out and he saw a family playing golf on the golf course behind our yard. Since the yard is open to the golf course, my dog ran to the family and played and played with the two girls of the family. Then he grabbed something of theirs from the floor and held it in his jaws (I still can't identify WHAT he crippled in his jaws) and ran away. I had to chase him here and there to get the thing back, and he bit the plane a couple times after that. Finally, I encouraged him to connect his mind onto us, his fellow human owner earthlings.
 Since he was whining so much in his crate (you've seen me cover that in another forum I've posted if you've read it) my dad decided to let him out and tie him to a plug coverer later that night. My cousin came over to spend the afternoon, and then, guess what? Sundae was able to grip himself out (his energy helped him a little) and he ran over and straight in the house. He did the same thing about 3 more times, but then, he stayed calm, and when he gripped himself out again in the late night, my parents just cuddled him and shut him in the crate.
 Boy, my dog is wild!! A hound within a hound...