fence jumper
When we got to the dog spa to pick up Rowdi today, the outside gate wouldn’t open. I told Frank it had to have something to do with our dog. So when we got to the office, I asked Holly the owner. “Is the gate locked because of Rowdi?” Thankfully, she thought that was hilarious and said that Rowdi was really good and only jumped two fences today.
Frank and I dropped her off this morning before I dropped him off at work. Of course, she was shaking with excitement when we got there, and though the owner Mark (Holly’s husband) had her by the collar, he had to jog to keep up with her just to get her inside the fence of the pond. “Mark, don’t you know that I want to swim? Let me stretch my muscular legs! I must run and frolic! You’re not going fast enough for me! Don’t you love me?”
Frank called later this morning to clarify that if they needed to use the shock collar at all to train her not to jump, we’re perfectly fine with it (especially the SarahK half of “we”). She had already jumped a fence during the pond party because Mark had gone into the next yard to get a new dog who had just arrived. “Mark, don’t you know you need me to come with you to greet newcomers? Remember you’re my person when I’m here? Um, Mark? Hello! Well, I’ll just come with you.” So she jumped that fence with a good running start and barely touched it. Instigated another dog, who’s never jumped a fence, BTW, to follow and jump with her. Rowdi the instigator. What a bad dog. :-)
She didn’t jump any more fences until just before we arrived to pick her up at 6 when one of her friends was leaving. She didn’t have a running start, so she climbed. When we picked her up, Holly asked if we wanted to see her jump the fence. Uh, ok. So we called her from across the fence where she was waiting for us. She came on the second call. First call, she kinda looked at us like, “Are you sure? Because I would think you would be against me jumping the fence, and the mean lady who yells would yell and start throwing stuff… but you called me twice now, so ok…” and she kinda just jumped up halfway and climbed the rest of it. Oh dear. We’re going to have to get one of those electrified prison fences with the curls of barbed wire when we get a house with a yard and a fence.
Bad fence jumping dog.