We are full steam ahead into summer. The first heat wave means early morning walks and dips in the pool. I still remember the day Trojan accidentally fell in the pool. Pure instincts took over and she doggy paddled to the steps...but not before a few wayward turns. That's when it dawned us...the pups can swim. Ironically, Trojan, my skittish dog, loves the pool. Bella tolerates it. And Mattie is a wet mess. It keeps them cool on these hot summer days
Notice the red saddle bag on Mattie? When first looking into the fence, we made sure the dogs wouldn't fit through it. So that first day, we let them out to run loose. And run loose they did, happily chasing each other. That is until Miss Mattie discovered the fences perimeter. She charged to the back and made her way all the way around it...like a prisoner looking for a way out. Which should have been our first clue. As we watched, laughing that there was no way out, we watched in horror as she simply bullied herself through it. And the next thing we knew, the escape artist was on the wrong side of the fence. Now really, there is only one real option in this situation...pretend like hell that everything is ok (but under your breath cursing luck), casually making your way to her. So, we proceeded with caution. As we got closer, that intuitive little monster knew something was up...and off she went. The little stinker has some serious jets. She was caught after we dove for her...this after a chase around a neighbor's house three full times. You want a real work out? Chase a loose dog through the development in pure panic....at one point, tired and broken, I succumbed to the idea that it was the end. She was destined to live her life outside the confines of her prison. But alas, we caught her. And the little stinker will forever be destined to wear a red saddle bag...like a prisoner with a home monitor. That will show her!
Notice the red saddle bag on Mattie? When first looking into the fence, we made sure the dogs wouldn't fit through it. So that first day, we let them out to run loose. And run loose they did, happily chasing each other. That is until Miss Mattie discovered the fences perimeter. She charged to the back and made her way all the way around it...like a prisoner looking for a way out. Which should have been our first clue. As we watched, laughing that there was no way out, we watched in horror as she simply bullied herself through it. And the next thing we knew, the escape artist was on the wrong side of the fence. Now really, there is only one real option in this situation...pretend like hell that everything is ok (but under your breath cursing luck), casually making your way to her. So, we proceeded with caution. As we got closer, that intuitive little monster knew something was up...and off she went. The little stinker has some serious jets. She was caught after we dove for her...this after a chase around a neighbor's house three full times. You want a real work out? Chase a loose dog through the development in pure panic....at one point, tired and broken, I succumbed to the idea that it was the end. She was destined to live her life outside the confines of her prison. But alas, we caught her. And the little stinker will forever be destined to wear a red saddle bag...like a prisoner with a home monitor. That will show her!
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