For the last month we have been trying to figure out how our dog has been escaping the backyard and making friends with our neighbors that we have done no more than casually wave to as we drive by their house for the last six years. He has become intimately acquainted with most of them and in turn I have been forced to introduce myself and apologize for my delinquent dog.
You know those maps of the world that people hang up and put pushpins in to show how worldly they are by having traveled to far and away places? This is Rocco’s version of that map. Yellow represents my house. Green represents all the homes that I have gotten phone calls from as Rocco politely sits so that they may look at his collar with my phone number on it.
Today as I was driving down the street after dropping the boys off at basketball camp I saw him sitting in the driveway of the neighbor who’s green pin is farthest from our house. Rocco was calmly sitting at his feet as the owner of the home had his phone in his hand and was dialing my number as I was driving by. No leash or bribes of treats is ever necessary. Rocco happily runs home as soon as he sees me and waits at the front door until I can unlock it and let him inside.
Today I decided was the day that I was going to figure out how he was escaping this:
I stood outside in the street and waited for him to appear. And less than five minutes later he came running from behind the garage smiling and as happy as could be. Yes, my dog smiles. See?
How did Rocco, the Wonder Dog, escape
Alcatraz four chairs, 3 propane tanks, and a bucket of baseballs? He climbed and jumped over the top of the fence.
And since we have proven with our previous fence blockade that we are all kinds of classy, Chris wanted to be sure to cement our status in the neighborhood as those neighbors.
Rather than finding a hammer to replace a broken fence picket, a chair is a much better blockade for our errant dog.
It’s so hard being perfect. How can our neighbors possibly live up to our standards? Now that I think about it, this must be why we’re not invited to their parties. They must feel terribly inadequate compared to us.