when one of your dogs is an escape artist?
So i get home, after a very long and tiring day only to find my oldest furkid Penny has learned how to press just so on the ONLY picket in the fence that is loose to get loose and run like the wind. Mind you we live in a quiet neighborhood, but the busiest street in town is only 5 blocks north of us. And for Penny 5 blocks is a mear stroll in the park. I get home, call for Penny and the somewhat new pup Boomer. I hear no collar tags jingling.... i wait to see if maybe my hearing is impared, no, no, everything is working fine. BUT the dogs aren't in the yard. I try to walk calmy around the yard, surveying how they could have got out, see the loose picket....then PANIC. I call hubby, who left two hours ago for work. Thinking 2 hours, Penny could be anywhere. I grab the treats, and leashes and jump in my car. About 10 minutes into the search my cell goes off with a number that isn't programmed into my phone. BINGO- it is a man down the street, with Boomer. Thank God, that means that Penny left him eating her dust and they haven't been out for very long. I drive around some more, then get a call from my mom- she has my old cell number that is on Penny's tag-(note to self, update her tag) a man has her just one block from that extremly busy street, not to mention it is "rush" hour. I drive over there, hubby arrives- she is as happy as can be. Boomer is very excited to see me. The man just walked him over with a leash and as soon as he saw me- he ran for me. Made me feel somewhat better. Although, he did say that he wanted to keep him, but his wife wouldn't let HIM, so he FIGURED he ought to call the number on the tag 
So doggies are safe and sound, that picket is fixed as well as a couple of others and everybody is as they should be. Shannon M- i know a little on the long side, but it was very tramatic  |
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For me it means not to leave the dogs outside when not home. 
That is my worst nightmare. Don sometimes puts the dogs out and then runs into town for 10 minutes to pick something up. I get so upset with him when he does that. You just never know when a fence post can be loose, or the dirt washed out after a rain and left the fence high enough for them to scramble under...And with Dixie's jumping capabilities ...... I shudder to think about it... |
| I would rather leave them outside than inside, even if they got out today. I feel worse keeping them in the garage or crate than anything. I know alot of people would disagree with me, but it is what it is. Everybody has a different way they raise their dogs.
Shannon M. |
Bosley's mom wrote: For me it means not to leave the dogs outside when not home.
That is my worst nightmare. Don sometimes puts the dogs out and then runs into town for 10 minutes to pick something up. I get so upset with him when he does that. You just never know when a fence post can be loose, or the dirt washed out after a rain and left the fence high enough for them to scramble under...And with Dixie's jumping capabilities ...... I shudder to think about it... For sure. I don't leave them outside unless I can see them usually. It's not only what they can do, but what if someone else wanders into the yard? It's just not worth it. I care more about their safety than to take that chance and if anything happened to them, I'd have no one to blame but myself. A crate or secured area is always better than dead. |
| My girl Abby is an amazingly talented escape artist...
We learned this the first time we ever took her with us to an out-of-town art fair. We were living (for two weeks) in our 24 ft travel trailer, and since the rules of the show stipulate that vendor's pets have to be confined "in an enclosure" out of sight of customers, we kept her in the trailer during show hours, except for potty breaks. Well...Miss Abby somehow figured out how to OPEN the trailer door! 
Luckily, the only place she had any interest in going, was INTO the booth, to be near Mom and Dad.  I'll never forget the looks on my customer's faces though...I would be talking to someone, and suddenly, their eyes would go down, and back....I got to where I would see this and ask "Um...let me guess, is there something large and FURRY behind me?"  She always seemed so proud of herself, too. |
| Daisy is a bit of a Houdini too! She was fine until we lost our cat Mog and decided to replace the back door panel that had held the cat flap. We're sure Daisy just thought that poor Mog couldn't get in and tried every way she could to rectify this. She started to 'open' up the letter box in the front door (will post pictures of this!) so we had to replace the front door and have an outside letter box fitted.
She then discovered how to open the front window. The first time I just thought I'd not locked it properly so 1. - I made sure it was locked. Next day - window open again when I got in from work. 2. - locked window and removed key, window open. 3.- painted the handle with 'Stop and grow' the nasty tasting stuff to stop nail biting - you've guessed it - no effect. 4.- wrapped the handle in thick white 'gaffer tape' so you couldn't press the handle - no luck and the was only one tooth mark in the tape so it wasn't that she had chewed away for hours until it came undone. 5. - tied the two handles of the bay window together with rope (looked really attractive!) - no luck. These are double glazed windows that need to be unlocked, press button in with thumb and simultaneously turn handle - quite a difficult manouvere even with posable thumbs! We had the double glazing people out to check the locks, change the handles but everytime we went out - the window was open. Daisy never went anywhere, just opened the window for Mog. The final answer is to remove the handles completely which, to this day, we still have no handles on our windows which makes it a pain when its hot to get the handles in just to open them! Daisy is also the only dog to open her own kennell door to get out to the reception area at the boarding kennells but that's another story.... |
| There is a price to pay for a smart determaned dog, The good news maybe that mine desided after a while she didn't want to use the energy, and stop trying to get out. |
| It means to hire a talented border patrol to reinforce the surroundings!!! I bet you already have that picket back to normal. It would scare me to death. |
| Well after we fixed every picket she still wanted over there, and started to dig. So i got some lava rocks that she is afraid of and nipped that in the bud. So after a run in the park, she is sitting quiet contentedly on the back porch.
Hopefully she will stay that way 
Shannon M. |
| Lava Rocks were smart thinking! |
| What is it about lava rocks??? EVery dog that has been near them are absolutley terrified of them. Very odd
Shannon M. |
| I KNOW exactly how you feel. Vaughn, who is now gone, sure miss that guy, was an escape artist. He found the ONE picket on the fence that wasn't nailed on the bottom. He also figured out how to go over. I came home from work one day, walked in the house expecting to be greeted by dogs and there was nothing. Call them, look around, nothing. Confused I look outside and there are the dogs and Vaughn is tied to the laundry pole. Really confused, I untie Vaughn and bring them in the house. I notice the answering machine in blinking and press play. There are FIVE messages. We found your dog. Four people brought him back home and the fifth was from the neighbor who brought him home the last time and tied him to the pole because she saw him go OVER. The little snot found a spot at the back by the neighbors retaining wall and just climbed over. Oh yeah...Husband FORGOT them outside that day. That is just two examples of the many many times he escaped. So yes, I KNOW THE FEELING OF PANIC. |
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