Yesterday, being 75 and sunny, I gave The Girls some freedom to hang out in the yard while I was working. I'm paranoid and severely overprotective by nature, so even with the fence, I hesitate to leave them out unsupervised. But we all have Spring fever, and SOMEBODY ought to be able to appreciate such a beautiful day; so, out they went.
I stepped out onto my
deck to check on them at one point and Peroguey was madly
and enthusiastically chewing on something that was completely concealed in her
mouth. I investigated. It was a large knot from the end of a rawhide that I had
not given her. Hmmmmmmm. How does a fenced-in dog get a rawhide from a source
other than her mother?
Ah, yes, that's
right. There was that time last Fall when she wriggled under the fence in a spot
where you would never believe a Mastiff could wriggle, streaked through the
neighbor-dog's yard, stole his nylabone, and came knocking on my front door,
pleased as punch, with both herself and her loot. So here she is again, with
some other dog's bone. Has she snuck out, burgled a rawhide, and snuck back in??
Yes! It appears that's exactly what she's done.
In one corner of the
yard there is a spot where the little dog might, on a skinny day, be able to get
out, but surely a Mastiff could not. Yet, in the past she clearly did, as
evidenced by her arrival at my front door. So, at that time I of course reinforced the garden
edging I keep over the one 6" gap between fence and ground, and all has been
well. But sure enough, after wrestling the slimy knot from her drooly jowls, I
turn to see that the garden edging has been moved aside. Confirmation, then, of
I go back to the far
corner of the yard, replace the edging, give her a stern, NO, and proceed back
into the house.
I happen to look back
over my shoulder once back inside, approximately 25 seconds after the stern and
surely effective NO, to find that the edging is once again displaced and
Peroguey is GONE. I run out to confirm, and I see her, through the slats of the
fence, loping happily away through the vast goodness that is the wild,
fascinating and strange-smelling neighborhood.
Through the house I
run, grabbing a box of treats, out the front door, down the street. "PEROGUEY!!
WANT A COOKIE?? PEROGUEY?? HONEY?? DON'T YOU WANT A COOKIE??"
And sure enough, here
she comes, galloping, "YES I DOOOOOOOO WANT A COOKIE!!!!!"
So I drag her back
home. I ensure that she is safely in the house, and back to work I go. I happen
to look out after 20 minutes, based on the usual paranoia, not on any
Peroguey-specific paranoia, because she's in the house. But there stand Petunia
and Phoebe with their heads under that same
corner of fence, darn it! So, great, have they now learned the bad habit and
they're trying to get out too?? I run out and discover that the edging is again
tossed to the side. I doubt very much that these two were paying such close
attention to Peroguey's method as to displace the edging in exactly the same
way......but Peroguey is inside.
the house I run, confirming there is no Peroguey to be found, grabbing a box of
treats (and a leash this time, for less dragging,) out the front door, down the
street. "PEROGUEY!! WANT A COOKIE?? PEROGUEY?? HONEY?? DON'T YOU WANT A COOKIE??"
would you look at that? Here she comes a'galloping again. "YES, MOMMY, I
DOOOOOOOO WANT A COOKIE!!!!!"
What Peroguey learned
today is that if she runs away, best case, she will get a rawhide. Worst case,
she'll get a cookie.
Oh, and it's okay to
steal. And to trespass.
I need to work on my