Thursday, February 17, 2005
Double Trouble
Since getting Buddy, it’s done nothing but snow, and they haven’t really had the chance to get their regular around the block walks in, instead going out to the back yard.
Now it’s getting nicer again, I’ve started walking them around the block every morning and evening. It quickly became apparant that we didn’t have the tools for the job.
Leashes were a major pain. Buddy had a slightly shorter leash than Brutus, and they would get twisted up and tangled badly. Brutus’ leash would tangle up underneath them (it being longer).
So, yesterday I picked up a coupler.
The one I got was tagged as Extra Large, and seemed to be the only one that wouldn’t drag them so close together they couldn’t move.
I tried it last night and this morning, and the difference is great. I have Brutus’ long leash hooked to the coupler, so they get great range. They tend to pull each other around a little more than before, but it’s so much easier for me to control them, I’m willing to let them yank each other, rather than have someone end up in the road!
Definietly one of my favourite buys.
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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
My lovely puppy
On Monday night, as usual I took both dogs out for their nightly pilgrimage before bedtime.
I’m standing on the back deck, and they are busy snuffling around in the dark.
Then Buddy dissapears. As in, totally gone. Now, our back yard it *completely* enclosed, there is no possible way for him to get out, so I knew he hadn’t done a runner, and after a minute or two, I could hear snuffling.
He’d gotten under the deck!
On the far corner of the deck, the ground dips away, leaving a gap big enough for him to crawl through. He then crawled all the way to the other side of the deck (remember, totally enclosed, he can’t get out that side), and he ended up under the steps. The steps had a small enough gap for him to look out and put his head out, but way to small to crawl through.
So, it’s midnight. I’m laying on my belly in the snow and ice. My jeans have gotten soaked, then frozen, and I have a claw hammer, trying to dig enough frozen mud away to give him a big enough gap for him to crawl out of. He’s getting panicked, and whimpering and woofing for me, but refuses to go the way he came in.
30 minutes later. I’m cold, fed up, I’m seriously thinking of ripping up the deck. He turns around, wriggles the way he went in and pops out!
So now, there is a very large brick, blocking that entry.
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