We've had an interesting weekend. Our neighbor decided to get her back fence fixed, which is fine. The fence was old an rickety, just like ours was a few years ago before we replaced it. She also decided to replace the 20 or so feet of fence that we shared between our two yards. Which is also fine, especially since she did not ask me to pay for half of it, even though I offered to when we discussed, right after Ike. What is not fine is that the bozos that she hired to build the new fence tore down the old one without telling us.
So Friday evening, when we let the dogs out to complete a PPP (pee, poop, patrol) before we went to dinner, Max did not report to the back door. Instead, he darted through the gap where the fence used to be and set about exploring the easement. Thankfully, he did not get far before we discovered this route to freedom. I set out after him, calling his name while the bozo fence builders laughed and pointed in the direction that Max escaped.
Luckily, he was a good dog (for a change) and came when he was called. After a trip next door to discuss with the head bozo the urgent need for them to prop up the part of the fence that Max used for his escape, they reluctanly did, but said the whole fence would be going down the next day.
So Saturday arrived, and I took the dogs outside early for their PPP. It was a good thing I did, because the bozos arrived at work early as well, and began tearing down the fence as I stood out there with the dogs. Luckily (again) I was close enough to Max to pull him away from the new gap in the fence. It took several minutes, but we were able to corral the dogs and get them inside. They were not pleased that we had decided to allow complete strangers (and bozos, to boot!) access to our yard, but we were able to assuage their concerns with a few well-aimed shots from the water gun.
So now we had a serious conundrum on our hands. Max is a smart dog, but utterly stubborn. He refuses to do is "business" while on the leash. He might tinkle a bit, just to cover up Katy's tinkle, but he will not do anything else. Our solution? Twice daily trips to the dog park, where Max could go and relieve himself, etc, etc.
The bozos didn't do much work today, so I will be schlepping the dogs to the park again in the morning. Hopefully, they will be done with the fence by tomorrow evening, but because of the nickname we have given them (very appropriate) I am not holding my breath. In any case, the dogs seem to enjoy their time out at the dog park, although I was none too pleased with the people who allowed their dog to pee on Max while he was relieving himself. But Max, the big wuss, didn't fight back, so what can you do?
Now some good news: Scout's anti-nausea pills finally arrived on Saturday afternoon. Yay! Now I will have to order the next refill (it takes about a month to get here) and send the mistake meds back.
