Thursday, October 13, 2011

Evil Yard

One morning, Kevin heard something on the side porch, and it was Radar.  "How did YOU get out of the fence?"  We found a place that he had dug under a gate, and figured he had squeezed through, so we filled the hole.  Tuesday morning, I opened the front door to take Susie out to potty, and Radar was sitting on the front porch, staring at the door.  What the HECK?

We found another hole that didn't really seem big enough, but maybe, and filled it.  He got out again.  I went out to walk the fence Tuesday night, and couldn't see anywhere that he was getting out.  He wouldn't even try it with me in the yard.  He wants to lean on me and play.  I don't know what made me do it, but I pushed against the bottom of the fence with my foot.  The whole back stretch of fence is loose enough that he could lean against it and get out.  Yes, this is the fence that is less than 2 years old.  *sigh*

I told the family that he was to be locked on the back porch during the day yesterday, and we borrowed electric fence supplies from Dad.  By the time I got home from work, Kevin had most of the posts in the ground.  Natalie and I strung the fence, letting Kevin do the corners, and Kevin hooked up the charger.  I sent him inside to eat and relax while I watched the dogs to make sure all was well.

Almost immediately, some folks rode by on bicycles.  Sure enough, Radar ran along the fence, barking.  He was a distance from me when it happened, but I heard the yelp I'd been expecting.  I think it got the front of his leg.  He was up on the deck before you knew it.  I thought he would have to get bit a couple of times before he figured it out, but he's far more cautious than that.

He didn't know what got him, but he was sure that the back yard HURTS, and he wasn't going to go into it ever again.  He laid down on the deck with his back to the yard.  It was kind of pitiful.

I'll have to play with him in the yard some, to show him that it's OK, as long as he stays away from the fence. He'll figure it out.  Poor thing.  Better scared or shocked than hit by a car, though.  I would hate for that to happen.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Dang Dog

Monica spent the night at a friend's house, so Susie slept in our room last night, and Radar slept in Natalie's room.  Susie decided that, since she can't read a calendar, we should awake at 5:30.  She's little, so she has to get creative to wake us up.  She jumps on the bed, off the bed, on the bed, off the bed, etc until one of us says, "Dangit Susie!"

I let her out to potty and then decided I was awake to stay.  Dang dog.  However, it's nice to sit and sip coffee, enjoying the quiet of the morning.  It's my weekend to work, so I remotely logged in to my work computer and got some stuff done, came back in to watch some music videos and drink more coffee and surf the 'net.

I want to get some yard work done today, so I went ahead and cut down the hibiscus this morning.  That was one of the main things I wanted to do, and it was done by 7.  Yes, maybe Susie helped me after all!  With a Chiefs game, a NASCAR race at our home track, and more yard work to do, I think it's good we got an early start.

Thanks, dang dog.