Sunday, March 16, 2008
A few new names - or epithets - to consider for the new dog:
Good thing I got home from church when I did. Tuffy met me at the door, whimpering in a way that said something was wrong. Newdog was not in the house - and she was not in the back yard, in the rain. looked for a hole in the fence. There wasn't one. I looked closer. There was a small hole under the fence. I saw a streak of black in the yard, rushed back into the house, and grabbed a leash by the front door. By the time I stepped outside she was across the street. Yes, she came when called, more or less.
By then she was by far the muddiest dog I'd ever seen, absolutely covered in dirt and grass. So she got her second bath in two days. She hasn't been allowed outside since.
John came back from work early and filled in and blocked that hole. There is nothing to stop her digging another one elsewhere. Until we solve the problem I guess I'll drive home at lunch to let the dogs out under supervision.
How much for "Invisible Fence"? Would that solve the problem?