Regardless of Chewie's true motive, his dogged determination once again forced us to spend the winter months plugging holes under the fence with whatever material we found handy while flailing about in the dark and the cold. And now that it's warm -- and the house next door is for sale -- we must disassemble our miss-mashed mess in favor of a more attractive, yet equally effectual, solution.
Unfortunately, our homeowners insurance has this little codicil against spikes, electricity and razor wire, and our vet isn't willing to go along with removing his legs. Not even just the front two. So we're forced with having to skip those obvious ways and look for a more creative solution.
For a while, we considered invisible fencing. Then discovered that along with the many other secrets Chewie keeps, one apparently involves masochism.
So clever has he become with his digging that one time, right after making his escape, we observed him backtracking a few steps to tamp down the leaves, thus hiding his hole.
Short of digging a trench around the fence base and filling it with a combination of concrete and land mines, I'm not sure we'll ever manage to effectively keep him confined for more than a few weeks at a time. And I have little doubt that once we manage to secure the base of the fence, he'll simply start stacking lawn furniture and go over the top.
Much as I love him, I must admit there are times I've considered attaching some pre-addressed postcards to Chewie's collar, giving him $20 and a firm handshake, and setting him free.
But now that it's spring, I find myself recharged and renewed, filled with optimism and ready to tackle the challenge of reinforcing our fence in a manner not offensive to our potential new neighbors.
I hope they like dogs.
Reach Karin Fuller at karinful...@gmail.com.