2005 Story Set
| Date: December 6, 2005 So there I was, flopped on the sofa, reading the second book of the day --- I unpack inbetween -- write a little too. Mostly I unpack between hot spells and cold spells being sensitive about temp. Of course I could just put on a long sleeved shirt, long pants and slippers But shorts and tank tops in December amuses me. I had the dog in the side yard for awhile, then I put her loose in the back yard. The side yard front gate (which she got out of yesterday) is now blocked with garbage cans (I had been putting them out when she escaped )and a pallet - big wooden thing - blocking her egress. Pissed her off. Now two escape routes are blocked. She's tried the back of the pen yard gate a few times - I blocked that (other end of dog pen) with a big camper box. She's also cast a baleful eye on the railroad tie blocking the exit to the wild area. So there I lay, cat sitting on, over or under me as is his wish (I am furniture to the beast) and suddenly Ranger's ears perk up and his head comes up. I heard a noise too. I jumped up as fast as a 64 year old can jump up from a couch when wrapped in a comforter and buried under a 12 pound cat, and ran barefoot to the sliding glass door. Just in time to see the rear end of the dog slide through the upper level gate. She had CLIMBED the gate and slid over the big stump-----she had found a hole. I demanded she get back down - she did - same way - back thru the hole, over the stump, over the other things I had thought blocked the way----. I locked her back in the side yard (dog run) where she whined and whimpered. I guess tomorrow I need to lug more stumps up to the upper level and barricade the gate higher-----. Need another trip to Fremont to get more stumps. Maybe I should get a trailer and get a lot! She's spent the rest of her time inside (after being allowed back inside) traipsing around whenever my back is turned - she will eat cat food if I don't watch her. Also gets into the cat litter - which I have never understood. I have to beg her to eat good dog food. She buries every bone or chew toy I provide. She hasn't figured out that her toenails on the laminate floor are audible----dead giveaway. |
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