Hi, Dear Readers!
After a day of running errands and doing errands, I’m just beat.
As I write this, Lefty has taken Princess Buttercup to buy a pet frog at the pet store. About a month ago, one of PB’s pet fish died. He was a beta fish named Data the Beta. Now PB only has Bubbles, the other beta fish. Of course, we also have Samson, the black lab mix, and Snuggles, the ??? mix. (Maybe she’s part husky, part Jack Russell, part…who knows what.)
Reminds me of part of the reason that I’m so tired. Samson, the escape artist, has been digging his way under the fence again. I went outside to hammer in some more stakes. We’re going to have to go more drastic. My dad has the stuff to make our fence electric. Oh, it won’t hurt Samson. It will just startle him a little. Enough to train him to leave the fence alone and keep Samson safe.
When I was a kid, I forgot that Papa M (my maternal grandpa) had an electric fence. I ran to it to climb it and got buzzed. Scared me to death because I thought that I had been killed. The scenery around me was still the same, so I knew that I was still on Earth. I remember looking around to see if anyone noticed, if anyone thought I was dead. I wondered if I should go tell someone. But I didn’t, and therefore went on my merry way.
Last year I forgot that Dad had an electric fence. I put my hands on the top rung of the fence to talk to the horses and got tased. It’s hard to explain the jolt, but that’s about all it amounts to: a quick, vibrating jolt that surprises you long enough for you to get your hands away from the fence.
So I’m hoping that the jolt is enough to keep Samson safe and sound inside his fence and away from the busy road outside of our house. Then he’ll have many more years to enjoy playing and loving his family…including one Snuggles, a beta fish, and a frog.