I don’t really have time to blog this morning. Samson is still getting out of the fence! See, last Friday I pounded stakes until I was worn out. I thought that would deter the dog.
Yesterday afternoon, my family and I got back from an overnight trip to find garbage scattered everywhere. We thought that a neighborhood dog had done it. Then we looked at where Lefty’s truck was parked, and there was Samson. He was under the truck, smiling and panting. Uh-oh. We thought that he had been hurt b/c he was slow crawling out. But he was fine. Bad dog! Very bad dog! He had to go in his crate while we went to church last night. He had to go back in at bedtime. We let him out this morning until Princess Buttercup yelled, “Mommy, Samson is out!!!”
I put him back in the fence and walked into my neighbor’s yard so that I could see where he was getting out. Sure enough, he dug and wiggled out where I didn’t stake.
So into the crate he went. As soon as I finish breakfast, I’m going out to stake some more.
We’re getting desperate since we live so close to the road.