Mina has discovered she can fit through our fence and into the neighbors yard where their 185 pound bull-mastiff named Annabelle lives. Awesome. Not so much.
This morning, while I was rushing around the house getting ready to leave for work, I’m calling the dogs to come in the house… Charlie comes flying in the house as he knows a treat is waiting for him for listening like a good dog! Mina on the other hand is MIA. I call her again as I’m putting on mascara. Two minutes later, no Mina. I’m starting to get irritated… where is this dog? I need to be walking out the door… like NOW. Finally, I’m ready to go, I walk outside to look for Mina. I expect her to be sleeping in a pile of leaves or something. No sign of her…. anywhere. Shit. Travis is going to kill me if I lost her. Suddenly, I see movement, in the NEIGHBORS yard! MINA! I’m frantically trying to get to her before the neighbors horse for a dog gets let out for the morning. I find a hole in the fence seemingly wide enough to wedge her through, coax her with a treat and finally Mina is not MIA anymore. Surely this was traumatic for her and she won’t do it again.
During lunch today the exact same thing happened again. Dang it. Now there are several mounds of flower pots along our fence line blocking anything that looks wide enough for a squirrel to fit through.
Will keep you posted on how this works. Luckily Annabelle is big and slow…she is just very large and scary looking.