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Three bags of rocks didn't work.
Oct. 16th, 2007 07:40 amI had an energetic time when my friend Debbie came over to treat me to a birthday dinner. Because I'm not used to timing dog-escape-prevention for another person, I got to chase Puppy once, and we chased Annie and Gemma TWICE. One time I almost got into position to nab Annie going under the fence, but didn't move quite fast enough.
So - I managed to leave for work extra extra early, stopped at Home Depot, picked up three bags of rocks and a few other things (they had Thai basil!), and filled in Annie and Gemma's favourite hole when I got home from work.
Then I let the dogs out.
Unsurprisingly, it took Annie less than five minutes to realise loose = LOOSE, and she headed for the hole, where I was waiting. She and Gemma both poked at the edges, and she fussed out loud... then clawed at these somewhat unpleasant rocks until she made a dent in the pile... and squirmed right under the fence again, with me standing right there. Uh... where do you think you are going, wench?
Gemma followed her, the brat, but she didn't go far and I yelled her back into the yard as I towed Annie along by her collar (which stayed on this time).
Sheesh. I don't know what else I can put there, other than edging the whole fence - and that's a logistical problem because there's cement footings for the fenceposts that I can't dig through. Anything that could be set into the ground would have to be fit between each of the footings (and probably look fairly unaesthetic, although that has to be a secondary consideration). Maybe I can scavenge board from one of the other saggy pieces of the board fence....
In other news, after eating my phone (I must show you pictures at some point), tonight they ate another TV remote - but since Sirius knocked over the almost still new small TV and completely sheared the coax connector out of the back, it doesn't make much difference right now.
So - I managed to leave for work extra extra early, stopped at Home Depot, picked up three bags of rocks and a few other things (they had Thai basil!), and filled in Annie and Gemma's favourite hole when I got home from work.
Then I let the dogs out.
Unsurprisingly, it took Annie less than five minutes to realise loose = LOOSE, and she headed for the hole, where I was waiting. She and Gemma both poked at the edges, and she fussed out loud... then clawed at these somewhat unpleasant rocks until she made a dent in the pile... and squirmed right under the fence again, with me standing right there. Uh... where do you think you are going, wench?
Gemma followed her, the brat, but she didn't go far and I yelled her back into the yard as I towed Annie along by her collar (which stayed on this time).
Sheesh. I don't know what else I can put there, other than edging the whole fence - and that's a logistical problem because there's cement footings for the fenceposts that I can't dig through. Anything that could be set into the ground would have to be fit between each of the footings (and probably look fairly unaesthetic, although that has to be a secondary consideration). Maybe I can scavenge board from one of the other saggy pieces of the board fence....
In other news, after eating my phone (I must show you pictures at some point), tonight they ate another TV remote - but since Sirius knocked over the almost still new small TV and completely sheared the coax connector out of the back, it doesn't make much difference right now.
