What To Do With These Dogs

 

This is the little dog that flies under the radar most of the time.  She isn't a jumper.  She isn't a runner.  But she is a scratcher.  She loves to be pet and if she isn't getting enough attention she will claw at you until you pet her.

Everyone thinks that Imogene is the angel of the bunch.  But I am here to let you know that she might be right behind Ollie in the naughty department.

We have been blaming the squirrels for all the digging going on in the raised beds.  Oh no.  I found little Miss Imogene laying, sunning herself in the garlic bed two days in a row.  We still aren't sure how she gets in because we thought we fixed the problem...

We thought she got in the compost bin and then jumped the fence so Mark boarded it up.  But no.  I caught her in it today and I watched her jump from the ground into the yahoos raised beds and into the compost bin and out of it.  We will need to watch to see what Plan B will be.

And then there is the nut case!  This one is going to drive me to drinkin'!  He is the biggest digger of the bunch.  He also got into the raised bed gardens but there is no way that he jumped into anything to get in there.  And as soon as he gets in he goes to the closest gate and barks to get out.  The same day I caught Imogene jumping out I saw Ollie going in.  There was a hole under the chicken white about 1/4 of Ollie's size.  Picture Peter Rabbit going under Mr. McGreggory's fence.  He was pushing those little tiny stumpy legs as hard as he could to get under the wire.  It took him sometime time to do it and it was hilarious to watch.

The next day he comes in looking like this.  I know that he has been digging somewhere.  So we went on a little walk around the yard and sure enough...

I found lots of little dog prints and the beginnings of a tunnel.  He better hope that he never makes his way into the strawberry beds.  I might just have to go to doggie jail.

On Friday he got past Mark when he was going in the gate to the backyard and off he went like a shot.  Murph got in his car.  Mark got in our car and headed down Eagle Ridge towards Wolfpen.  I grabbed all the kids and we headed that way too all of us yelling for him hoping he would hear us and make an about-face and come running home so sorry that he would never do it again.  Nope, he stopped right in the middle of the road like he was tired of running and needed a ride home.  Mark opened his door and the nut jumped right in.

Then our friend Henry came driving by and said that Rusty, his puppy, had run away with his leash on.  Off went Mark and Murph and the yahoos and I walked up the cul-de-sac yelling for Rusty.  We saw some kids on their bikes and asked them to look too.  The lady in the house between Henry and Dave and Rachelle came out and said that he was in Dave and Rachelle's yard.  The kids ran to the backyard and came out with Rusty on his leash.  

It's all in a day's work.  Like I say there is never a dull moment around here.