It appears my “little” Heather is really a little Einstein.
There doesn’t seem to be anything she can’t find her way out of.
Who would have thought one would need a rocket scientist to outwit a dog.
As you may recall, I’ve been having problems of late with one of my dogs escaping from her kennel.
After several attempts to foil her escapes failed, I thought my dad and I had finally found a solution to the problem.
I already had sections of a portable exercise pen lining the inside of part of the chain link fence to repair a hole Heather made in an earlier attempt to escape.
The heavy duty exercise pen had been taken apart and placed over the chain link fencing after Heather decided she could essentially eat her way through the wire.
The hole seemed to appear in no time at all. One minute the fence was fine and the next minute it was bent and a gaping hole was emerging.
Luckily, I caught her pulling on the fence and discovered her exit strategy before she was able to squeeze through the hole.
Needless to say, she wasn’t a very happy camper when she was returned to the kennel the next day and discovered all of her hard work had been for nothing.
I should have known better than to think we had solved the problem.
Since the exercise fence had done the trick that time, we decided the best bet would be to purchase another one and break it down to line the remainder of the exposed chain link fence.
The fence arrived and dad went to the painstaking task of taking the sections apart and wiring them to the chain link fence.
At that point, we were confident we were triumphant.
Then, I was sitting in the house, sorting through some papers on a day off last week and someone suddenly was knocking on my front door. I opened it and there, with my neighbor, was Heather – grinning ear to ear and tail wagging.
Yes. She had once again escaped. My neighbor had just come home and when she got out of her car, here came Heather from the back of my house to greet her.
I couldn’t imagine how she managed to get out this time. I soon discovered she had pried the new fence away from the chain link fence and, once again, squeezed through the original hole.
This meant the heavier wire was going to have to be attached to the chain link wire in more locations than anticipated. Dad went to work on the fence.
Oddly enough, I was once again certain we had managed to fix it so there would be no way to get out.
What was I thinking? This was my Houdini – my Einstein – we were trying to outwit.
After a couple of days with no problems, I looked out the window this morning before heading out to work and, there she was, with her head almost completely through the chain link fence again.
This time she managed to make a hole in the roughly four-inch space between the sections of heavy wire fence. Granted, she might not have been able to squeeze through, but I feared she would get her head stuck in the hole and choke.
Dad went to inspect while I went to work. It turns out Heather has now managed to bend one of the heaviest wires on the new fence and break the weld on the others.
It looks like the only solution is to pull every tooth in her head and get her a pair of dentures.
Then I can come home and find them stuck in the fence. After all, I doubt they make a Poligrip that is that strong.