I decided it would be a GREAT idea to begin training for my marathon run by squeezing through a fence and running away from my 2 fools. I was only able to go a 1/2 mile before they cornered me 🙁 It’s a ruff life.
Posts Categorized: Escape artists
Finn always looks for an opportunity to explore. He’s impossible to catch and comes to the front dog and barks when he’s thirsty and exhausted.
I ran away from school, jumped in a stranger’s car and wouldn’t get out. No more school!
On the walk back to the car from Doggie Day Care I didn’t open the car quick enough so Tex jumped in a stranger’s car because the driver’s door was open. He climbed into the backseat and waited to be driven home.
I jumped out the window of a moving vehicle to chase a squirrel.
Shannon let herself out the backyard through a hole in the fence and led the police AND Animal Control on a wild goose chase for miles. No one could catch her, but she did end up winning hide-and-seek by landing herself right back on our doorstep.
I broke my leash and tried to find my “brother” at the bus stop until the neighbours spotted me. Oops 😢
Though she’s only 15 pounds Elsa takes it upon herself to try and protect the neighbourhood from a momma deer and her babies. Momma deer, however, does not appreciate her going after her babies very much…
“I broke in under the deck…and now am stuck in jail” – don’t worry, we let him out. Joe Friday (our senior rescue lab mix) likes to break the wooden boards to get under our deck – his preferred location to cool off in the SC summer. We have patched it (see “jail bars”) and still he finds a way to get in, but can’t seem to find the way out on his own. So he waits for us to “free” him.
Dottie helping Mommy at work.
Callie is a rescue pup who has very bad separation anxiety, hence the need for the veterinarian style crate as she has destroyed all weaker crates! Today she broke the bottom of the crate and proceeded to shred the innocent bag of food that had been laying next to it. Genny, her food loving rescue sister, had a marvellous time until the tummy ache set in later that afternoon.
Signs read “I broke my crate and destroyed a $70 bag of food. NOT SORRY…STOP GOING TO WORK!