I learned a little something about boundaries last week. I recently adopted a dog and overall he is a GOOD dog. He is house trained, he listens to the word "No," and he is just generally not a loud dog (which I appreciate a LOT early in the morning). However, I had to be reminded the hard way that he is still a puppy, still only a year old, and still has a lot to learn and mature into.
I thought I would do him a favor and leave him on the patio while I was at work, you know give him some room to stretch his legs so he wouldn't be stuck in a small kennel all day long. I wanted to give him freedom, I wanted to let him have more space, extend the boundary lines if you will. Then the storms rolled in…
You see in Houston we have a saying, "if you don't like the weather, just wait a few minutes and it will change." And so it did. I probably should have known it was going to be stormy and I probably also should have known that shepherd dogs do not like storms, but I didn't. I thought the sun umbrella I put up would be enough to shelter him but Rex (that is his name) didn't have the same reasoning. The storms freaked him out so much he dug up 2 heavy stepping stones and 2 brick garden boarders, ripped up the bottom of my fence, and escaped into my neighbor's patio losing his collar in the process. This wouldn't be as impressive if it weren’t for the fact that Rex only has 3 functional legs…he was bound and determined to find a safe place and landed himself in a strange garden. Lucky for me he was back on my patio by the time I got home (I guess he didn't like is over there?), I was able to reach the collar with a ladder and a rake, and my neighbor didn't have any damage that warranted fixing (he ate some bushes…oy vey).
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And just for fun, this is my sweet Rex :) |
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