Our three dogs, Buster (the oldest), Coco (the chocolate), and BJ (their baby), were all definitely city dogs. They were used to a big walled yard where they could run to their hearts content. We moved out here to the county and all of us have more space and feel more freedom EXCEPT for those poor dogs. Our property is not fenced and they are not good little dogs who stay in the yard. Almost everyday I was chasing them down and putting them back in their dog run. One day they went very, very far. We looked and looked and could not find them. Three days later Coco came back home all on her own and all alone. We found Buster at the animal shelter. When we went to pick him up they told us that BJ had been hit by a snowplow. So very, very sad. But I didn't mean for this to be a sad post so let's move on.
Coco is definitely our wanderer. If Buster gets out he goes to visit the neighbor down the road and we know right where to go to get him. Coco, on the other hand, loves to run and chase things down. First she found a skunk. YUCK! You couldn't get near her without gagging.
Last night she dug her way out of her dog run, not once, twice! The first time I had to chase her down and put her back in at 2 in the morning. I filled the hole with large rocks and thought it would do until I could have the hubby to fix it in the morning. I got up this morning to discover she just dug around the rocks and got out again. As I climbed into the truck in my PJ's to go find her she came wandering back. But she came home different than when she left:
Yep, those are porcupine quills all over her nose and a couple in her mouth. You would think she would learn her lesson. You would think if she ever smelled another porcupine in her life she would run yepling in the other direction. But no, when we showed my brother the bowl full of quills she sniffed them and then tried biting them.
If dogs are anything like cats, you know, the nine lives and all, she definitely has used them all and then some.
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