The Yard Is Not Enough
May. 20th, 2014 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danceswithgaryIt was a dark and stormy night when there came the jingle of dog tags through the front screen door.
"Rachel, can you check the dogs? I just started a league run."
"I just put them out a little while ago, Mom."
"Humor me. I thought I heard a dog out front."
"Holy shit! Molly, get in here!"
"How did she... It's raining too?"
"It wasn't when I let them out. The landlord must have left the gate open when he was showing the house. I'll take the front, Mom. You check the back for Tessa."
"Tessa, inside. Paws, both of you - you're soaked."
"The gate was closed, Mom. I have no idea how she got outside the fence, but we're lucky she didn't go wandering any further."
"Okay, no more trips outside tonight without supervision. I'll need to check the fence line in the morning."
Drama. Just what I needed from that little snip of fur. Both of them are microchipped and have tags with our phone numbers, but their reflective collars get lost in their hair and if she'd crossed a road in front of a car....
Tessa wants to be with me all the time, so outside is fun for a while, but then she wants back in. Molly, on the other hand, sulks when she's called inside because she wants to sit and watch whatever is going on in the yard. She chases butterflies, birds, squirrels and shadows. She also loves digging holes to bury a rawhide treat only to dig it up 5 minutes later to find a better spot. It's okay when she's just pawing through mulch, but too often she'll come in with dirt up to her eyes, then Gary goes out to repair the lawn. Again.
I ran the fence line 3 times this morning, and I think I found her escape route, but I'll have to watch them while they're outside until Gary gets back from his latest motorcycle tour tonight. I want him to double check my conclusion and attempt to 'fix' the hole.
Furkids. You gotta love them even when they give you heart attacks.
To end on a positive note, the daughter has graduated from law school and we're on track to move back to Rochester by the end of June. \o/
"Rachel, can you check the dogs? I just started a league run."
"I just put them out a little while ago, Mom."
"Humor me. I thought I heard a dog out front."
"Holy shit! Molly, get in here!"
"How did she... It's raining too?"
"It wasn't when I let them out. The landlord must have left the gate open when he was showing the house. I'll take the front, Mom. You check the back for Tessa."
"Tessa, inside. Paws, both of you - you're soaked."
"The gate was closed, Mom. I have no idea how she got outside the fence, but we're lucky she didn't go wandering any further."
"Okay, no more trips outside tonight without supervision. I'll need to check the fence line in the morning."
Drama. Just what I needed from that little snip of fur. Both of them are microchipped and have tags with our phone numbers, but their reflective collars get lost in their hair and if she'd crossed a road in front of a car....
Tessa wants to be with me all the time, so outside is fun for a while, but then she wants back in. Molly, on the other hand, sulks when she's called inside because she wants to sit and watch whatever is going on in the yard. She chases butterflies, birds, squirrels and shadows. She also loves digging holes to bury a rawhide treat only to dig it up 5 minutes later to find a better spot. It's okay when she's just pawing through mulch, but too often she'll come in with dirt up to her eyes, then Gary goes out to repair the lawn. Again.
I ran the fence line 3 times this morning, and I think I found her escape route, but I'll have to watch them while they're outside until Gary gets back from his latest motorcycle tour tonight. I want him to double check my conclusion and attempt to 'fix' the hole.
Furkids. You gotta love them even when they give you heart attacks.
To end on a positive note, the daughter has graduated from law school and we're on track to move back to Rochester by the end of June. \o/
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Date: 2014-05-20 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-23 01:10 am (UTC)GAH!
Date: 2014-05-22 12:15 am (UTC)Carlos, I'm dithering about. Will he be okay? Will he jump on the balcony wall to try and reach the hummingbirds? Will he be as lazy as usual, and not bother, or bored because I'm gone?
Glad your babies are good. I once spent 3 hours in the rain trying to catch one of my cats who escaped. Such a gut-clenching time. Furbabies just don't understand.