My morning routine is always the same. I get up and let Lucy out and then go take my shower, get dressed and eat breakfast. After I'm finished with breakfast, I let Lucy back in. It works well.
But Monday when I went to let Lucy in, she was missing. I should have known something was up when she wasn't pounding on the back door to be let in or looking in the window while I tried to have a few quiet moments to start my day. I guess I was just enjoying the peace.
At any rate, as I looked around, I saw her standing at the back of the yard. She was just standing there and making no effort to come to the door. I was surprised. Normally when I open the door she comes barreling in at full speed (that's not an exaggeration). That's when I noticed that it almost looked like she was on the other side of the fence. Wait - she WAS on the other side of the fence. Whaaaaat???!!! How the heck did she do that?!
I left the door open and went to get my shoes. In the meantime, she started screaming like a mashed cat. I guess she thought I was going to leave her there. Anyway, I headed to the back trying to figure out how I was going to get her back in the yard. I was extremely relieved to notice that the gate between our yard and the neighbor's yard wasn't locked. So I opened the gate and let her in. Whew!
The next morning . . . same story, second verse. And again in the evening.
When David got home, we took a walk along the back fence line to see what was up. The neighbor's fence is pretty high in some spots and we concluded that she had simply pushed against the fence and crawled under. So David lined the fence with 2x4's that he zip tied to the fence. Hopefully it would hold her until he could come up with a permanent solution.
This morning . . . same story, third verse. Apparently the temporary solution didn't work. And I checked on her BEFORE my shower just to be sure she was in the yard. Knowing she was out, I couldn't leave her there. So I put on my robe and sandals and trudged out there hoping no one would see me. Besides the robe and sandals, which looked silly enough, I have really, really, really wild hair in the morning.
I got her back in the yard, and for some reason, being out makes her extremely wild and hyper so she was running around the yard like a rocket. She headed toward me but I wasn't concerned. I assumed she'd go around me. That's what dogs do. Nope. I was wrong. She slammed into me. So besides being outside in a robe and sandals and having really wild hair, now I was limping with what I was certain was a broken leg. Seriously?! What dog does that?!
I got in the house and she actually thought we were going to PLAY!
All I can say is -
NEVER A DULL MOMENT!