The block on the front dog door was in place and sturdy. She has a new escape, obviously from the back yard this time. #(^#*&%@#*&%, anyway.
I began calling and whistling, then picked up my purse to get in the car and go looking for Jaz. As I went out to the deck, my deck with no roof, thank you very much, I noticed that Maxey was looking rather intently toward the road. I backed up and bent down to see where he was peering, and up the driveway was coming a little black dot. Yep, Jazi was trotting up from the road.
I went down the steps and called her, and she stopped for a moment, then continued toward me much more slowly. Little snot new she was in trouble! I walked a few steps toward her and squatted down, calling her again, and she resumed trotting. I picked her up and got her in the house, then began looking for the escape. I never did find one, but I reinforced every place that might work if she is a shape-shifter! There was one place on the gate where the links were bent a little. Another place was the gate hinge that had become twisted a bit. Over there was a place where a big rock outside the fence as pressing on the fence and might have given a two inch space. I set about moving rocks, straightening hinges, etc.
But the trouble is, I can't continue to let this happen. Well, OK, I'm not letting it happen, but I can't continue to have this much worry. I'm terrified that a big animal might get hold of her or I'll come home and find her dead beside the road. So, sadly, I got out the wire kennel and set it up tonight. I decided that making her unhappy for a while is better than losing her. Thankfully my work days are short, so it won't hurt her to be kenneled. But it's sad.
Later I was talking to TL, and she mentioned that her Margarita used to climb the four foot high fences at the farm, re-kindling thoughts I'd had earlier about Jaz perhaps scaling the fence. It's hard to imagine, because it is the kind of fence with heavy wire squares, big enough that her feet would just poke through and slip. I could see her going up a chain link, but not this type, however .....
So I went out and made my back fence look like something off a military training field! I have put chicken wire over the top of the fence, hooding it toward the inside, so that if she is climbing it, she will encounter the "hood" and hopefully be deterred from continuing. I also reinforced the hell out of the gate, wrapping and tying down all the areas that were loose on the gate. I'm going to give it one more try before caging Jaz. I hope it's the right decision.
A few minutes ago I looked over at the kennel, and look what I saw ....
|Lolita seemed to be enjoying a nap in the kennel. I'm glad she's not afraid of it.|
I began to wonder where Jazmyn was. She had been alternating between wanting to be right next to me or on my lap, as is usual, and sitting across the room looking at me as if she knew she was in trouble. On a lark, I took a picture in the other kennel, the one that stays in the living room behind a chair for quiet puppy naps, and ....
|Yep, there she was.|
I can't imagine what has happened to cause her to elope like this. She's been here three years now, and there have been no incidents till I was on the trip. It's as if she discovered an out, and now she is obsessed with running around "the hood." I hope when the deck roof is fixed I can get on securing the deck, and it will be over. Keep us in your thoughts.