A friend of mine emailed this series of photos entitled "Road Rage" to me. Being an elephant fanatic, I did a little research, and in less than 5 minutes discovered the background of this story which is funnier than the captioned photos someone in cyberspace turned into a humorous email chain.
The emailed photos, in order, with accompanying text below:
These photos are from Thursday, Feb. 17 by someone from Centurion in Pilanesberg game reserve, South Africa. The guy in the silver Volkswagen (second photo) was trying to get past the elephant.
Road rage, it affects us all.
So...after taking a moment to laugh, I discovered this news article describing the incident with quotes from the terrified couple, John Somers and friend Carina Lowers, trapped inside the flipped car. For starters, the incident occurred on Mr. Somer's 66th birthday -- priceless -- but this poor man was not attempting to pass the elephant. The car was actually stationary when the bull elephant -- named Amarula -- approached.
Are you ready for this?
Amarula was in musth when he either 1) mistook the silver VW Passat for a female elephant or 2) recognized the car was NOT AN ELEPHANT and decided to use it to relieve his sexual frustration anyway.
What's the moral of this story?
Don't fuck with a horny elephant.
Barking Mad
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Book Review: Sacrifice
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
SJ Bolton has just been added to my list of favorite authors!
Sacrifice was my second novel by Bolton; I first discovered this British author with her second novel Awakening—a unique and sharply-written mystery focused around a unexplained exotic snake epidemic in a small Dorset community. Sacrifice, her debut novel, is every bit as dark and compelling with a page-turning plot combining local Scottish lore with the accidental discovery of a murdered woman possessing Norse runes carved into her flesh.
Bolton has a real gift for creating strong, intelligent, courageous and gutsy female protagonists like Tora Hamilton, an obstetrician recently relocated to her husband’s family home in the Shetland Islands. During the burial of her horse, Tora accidentally digs up the body of a woman on her land. The gruesome evidence of torture and later discovery of the victim’s pregnancy and subsequent missing baby prompt Tora’s obsession with tracking down the woman’s identity. Despite caution from family, friends and coworkers, Tora stubbornly involves herself in the police investigation, bringing her to the forefront of Shetland Islands’ dark legacy of secrets. What follows is a suspenseful and carefully-crafted mystery layered with clues that will keep readers on the edge of their seats. As Tora perseveres despite an attempt on her life, the mystery delves into the chilling discovery of a three-year recurrence of murdered pregnant women and their missing babies.
The story does an excellent job of blending Scottish legend with modern criminal procedure as Tora uses her medical knowledge to unveil a twisted conspiracy that will keep readers guessing until the very end. Secondary characters include Tora’s new boss and Medical Director Kenn Gifford whose attraction to Tora and mysterious background creates tension with her husband Duncan Guthrie, while Inspectors Dana Tulloch and Andy Dunn round out the strong cast and feature heavily into this fast-paced psychological thriller. Vibrant descriptions of Shetland Islands landscape make for a particularly lush setting that is almost a character in and of itself.
If you are a fan of tightly-woven, suspenseful mysterious then don’t miss this remarkable novel. After finishing Sacrifice, I immediately went online to order Bolton’s next novel and am eagerly looking forward to diving into another of her worlds.
Note to American readers: This novel is written in British English, but if you don't mind the alternative spelling and use of Britishisms, you are in for an exciting read.
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Book Review: Beaglemania (A Pet Rescue Mystery)
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
The Publisher’s Weekly review of Beaglemania says it all in a nutshell with its description: “less than engaging first in a new series.” The story is a fairly predictable cozy mystery set in an animal shelter with little focus on character development. Not terrible, just not terribly exciting.
I have not read the author’s Pet-Sitter series, from which Beaglemania is apparently a spinoff book. Beaglemania’s heroine, Lauren Vancouver, is the administrator at HotRescues, a no-kill animal shelter and unwittingly becomes the prime suspect in the murder of her employee, Efram Kiley, an animal abuser employed at HotRescues as part of a legal settlement. Though it is clear the author’s knowledge of animals comes into play with the setting of the book in an animal shelter, the plot suffers from an overabundance of narration delivered by Lauren as opposed to dialogue and character interaction.
Predictably, and seemingly with total disregard for how her actions will be perceived by police, Lauren decides to do some amateur sleuthing to find the real killer and prove her innocence. In pursuit of this goal, she confronts family and friends of the deceased at their work place(s) and questions them, agrees to do a TV interview with NewsShakers, a tabloid television program who unsurprisingly misrepresents her on air—then grants a follow-up quote to the same reporter!—and calls Detective Garciana who is investigating her to ask his opinion on how best to conduct her own investigation of the case.
I was somewhat irritated by a few of the seemingly dumb decisions Lauren makes during the course of her investigation. A grown woman who has been divorced, raised two college-aged kids, and holds a position of administrator to a rescue shelter almost certainly has to be more intelligent than to exacerbate herself as a murder suspect by antagonizing the detective investigating her. Lauren’s actions did not create the impression she felt any real fear that she might end up in prison despite her innocence.
However, if you are a fan of “cozy mysteries” – gentle mysteries in which a likeable small-town heroine with a particular skill-set (in this case knowledge of animals) that will be utilized to further her amateur sleuthing – then you may enjoy this story. I would hope that future novels in this series focus more heavily on the characters and developing their relationships with each other. Most of the secondary characters in Beaglemania are non-entities, with only two real suspects provided for readers to guess whodunit. I was disappointed in the lack of attention devoted to the love interest—Capt. Matt Kingston of Animal Services, particularly when Lauren cites him as a suspect in the murder. I would have preferred to “see” Lauren’s relationship develop on the pages rather than read summaries of most of their conversations.
All in all, not a bad read if you are a fan of this genre, but if you prefer more exciting, thought-provoking mysteries, you may want to look elsewhere.
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Book Review: Heart of Scars
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Heart of Scars, Easton’s sequel to When the Autumn Moon is Bright: Autobiography of a Werewolf Hunter, is easily one of the most action-packed, tour de force, dark urban fantasy novels I’ve ever read. This epic werewolf saga is non-stop action from start to finish with unflinching violence so well-crafted the pages practically turn themselves. Readers with faint hearts need not apply.
The voice of the novel differs sharply from its autobiographical predecessor, less a hindsight account of events than an as-it’s-happening report. The first installment was written from the vantage point of a man reexamining his life, and Logan’s introspective chronicle of his actions from orphaned childhood to Reydosnin warrior to hardened werewolf hunter during his self-destructive war on the Beast were peppered with hindsight wisdom. Heart of Scars conveys no such wisdom as readers follow Logan’s dark descent of the human soul while his hatred for the Beast consumes him.
Heart of Scars focuses more heavily on Logan’s clandestine employment for the Canadian government and various missions utilizing his assassination skills (a la James Bond) forcing his werewolf obsession to the back burner. This departure from fanatical werewolf-killing that was so integral to the first book may be off-putting for some reader, but there are still numerous encounters along the way in which Logan dispatches the Beast or its various hosts. Persevere with the story and you will be rewarded with an Odyssey of trials Logan is forced to undergo in order to come to terms with his hatred for the Beast in his quest for redemption.
Among Logan's action-packed adventures are sadistic fight scenes with human and animal predators described in vivid, gore-soaked detail, explosive confrontations with agents of Jabberwocky—the global criminal organization dealing in such murky business as slave trading, organ harvesting, fetus sales, occult sacrifice—and a disturbing twist as Logan is possessed by the Windigo spirit whose presence infuses him with creepy cannibalistic urges coupled by freaky hallucinations and aberrant sexual fantasies while lending the physical strength to go head-to-head with Peter Stubbe, an ancient boxenwulf and Logan’s chief nemesis as he contends with legacy werewolves of the Gandillion line.
Like its predecessor, this novel is well-written, clever, and very intelligent. Easton’s vocabulary coupled with the minutiae of details sprinkled casually throughout the story showcase his talent for page-turning prose that engulfs readers in Logan’s world – dark and dangerous as it may be. The research Easton must have put into this novel is evident in both his vivid narrative descriptions and clever dialogue. Many new and interesting characters make an appearance in the novel and the running list of new colleagues and villains is challenging to keep straight. Former characters make walk-on appearances but are less involved in new storylines. A closer examination of Logan’s family results in an unforeseen twist that paves the way for a third novel in this engrossing series.
I’m an avid reader of werewolf fiction, and Easton’s Autobiography of a Werewolf Hunter series is easily one of the most gritty, hardboiled, creative dark urban fantasy worlds I’ve ever read. I found myself thoroughly absorbed by this book and reluctant to finish. Now I am eagerly awaiting the next installment. If you haven’t checked out this series, I highly recommend it. You won’t be disappointed.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Book Review: On A Pale Horse
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
It took me a few months to finish this book as the characters are completely one-dimensional which makes it very difficult to care about what happens to them. If you prefer character-driven stories with page-turning dialogue, definitely look elsewhere because you will find neither in this book. The main focus of the story seems to be more of a philisophical exploration of ideas about the nature of good vs. evil, and as such, the prose is somewhat mechanical.
The premise of the story was interesting enough for me to try an author I've never read before -- man accidentally kills Death and inherits Death's job -- but the slow pacing, long chunks of dry narrative and cliched dialogue made this a tough read.
The protagonist Zane decides to commit sucide because of guilt over his mother's death and depression over his boring life. In the midst of his suicide he accidentally kills Death and inherits the mantle, whereupon he discovers how mortal lives are affected by the Incarnations of Immortality (Fate, Nature, Death, War, Time). He then seeks explanations for the effects of God and Satan's private war and its effects upon mankind as well as the Incarnations' manipulation of people's lives. Bucking the system soon results in dangerous consequences for both himself, and his newfound love. If you're a fan of philosophy, you may appreciate the questions raised within the novel, but if you're looking for excitement, thrills, witty dialogue, or page-turning prose, you will definitely be disappointed.
I will not be purchasing another book by Piers Anthony.
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Friday, March 11, 2011
About a Dog
I have some truly amazing friends. Whenever I’m depressed about something in my life, I can always count on my friends to get my back. I can count the number of close friends I have on one hand, and they are all truly special people for whom I would do anything to help.
So when Nancy asked my friend Charlie and I for help rescuing her daughter’s dog – who was living in an abusive home with her daughter’s ex – we both jumped in. Nancy was unable to move Diesel into her small townhouse because she is deathly allergic to dogs. Not to mention, her townhouse is currently home to a young granddaughter, and both daughters, one of whom is pregnant.
The problem: Diesel was a 2-year-old pit bull. Unfortunately for many people, “Pit Bull” has become synonymous with “dangerous” so placing Diesel with a rescue organization was not going to be easy. Charlie and I spent two days contacting rescue shelters in the metro Atlanta area, emailing our friends and coworkers, some of whom are connected with dog rescue societies. No takers. We were able to secure promises for listing Diesel if we could find someone to foster him, and that’s when Charlie stepped in and volunteered to foster Diesel.
Since Charlie already has a dog and lives an apartment owned by his roommate, he first had to secure permission from Matt to move Diesel in. This was granted on the condition that Diesel’s stay was on a temporary basis. Charlie would be the primary caregiver, which included responsibility for feeding, walking, and basic necessities inherent with pet ownership.
Step 2 was getting Diesel neutered. Placing a Pit is difficult enough, but rescue organizations will not even list an un-neutered dog on their website. Diesel’s former owner declined to have the procedure because she felt it took away part of what made him special. This is a sad and unfortunately all-too-common belief among inexperienced dog owners. After much ado, Charlie obtained the procedure for Diesel through a low-cost non-profit, which Nancy paid for.
Approximately 2 weeks later, Charlie was scheduled for a 5-day vacation with his family on Cumberland Island , which required his roommate be responsible for Diesel in his absence. I would take Charlie’s dog Jake to stay at my house with my two dogs, lessening the burden on Matt with only one dog to watch instead of two.
Unfortunately, the day before Charlie was scheduled to return, Diesel got sick with diarrhea. We all know this because up-to-the-minute complaints about Diesel’s condition were posted to Facebook, along with complaints about the mess, the disruption and inconvenience of caring for a sick animal, and resentment over the lack of financial compensation and verbal appreciation from Diesel's former owner for taking him in.
Knowing Matt is not a dog person, I can understand and even sympathize with the inconvenience to his routine and the fear and emotional stress he must have experienced watching Diesel’s condition worsen. However, what began as a source of snarky comments on Facebook quickly deteriorated into a blog post full of resentment directed at the former owner, followed by a second day of complaints that fell short of hysteria when Diesel’s condition worsened.
I received a call at 8:27 AM to ask for advice on whether Diesel should see a vet about the diarrhea. I have 2 dogs, and know from experience that diarrhea is a common occurrence and can mean anything from a piece of garbage swiped on a walk to a serious ailment. Not knowing the extent of the mess, I quizzed Matt about Diesel’s eating habits and provided 2 options: 1) I would call and make an appointment for Diesel with my vet or 2) he could cook rice for Diesel’s breakfast and watch him to see if the diarrhea got better on a softer diet. Matt was reluctant to take Diesel to a vet and wanted to clean the mess before committing to a decision. I sensed he was worried about the financial obligation of a vet bill, and told him I would help pay for a vet visit and not to worry about the money. He said he would call me back and let me know. At 9:31, I received a second call announcing that Diesel’s diarrhea contained blood, and he needed to get to a vet immediately.
I called my vet, explained the situation that Diesel was a foster dog and I would personally be responsible for the bill, and they should call me once treatment was performed and I’d pay with credit card. Meanwhile, coincidentally, I received a call from Nancy regarding a work matter, and informed her of the situation. She immediately insisted on paying for the vet visit, and arrangements were made. I then called Matt and told him the appointment was set for 10:00 AM, and he should call me once the vet was done and Nancy would give them her credit card over the phone. I thought I had made certain he should not be concerned about financial obligation for Diesel’s vet care.
During the vet visit, I received 2 more calls from Matt to update me about progress. The first at 10:10 was to ask if I knew Diesel’s vaccine history. The second call at 10:16 – six minutes later during which I am trying to locate Diesel’s vaccine records -- was to inform me Diesel was vomiting blood in the vet’s office and the vet suspected Parvo – which is highly contagious with a high mortality risk and may have been passed on to Charlie’s dog Jake who was now with my 2 dogs who might be infected. Gah! The vet wanted to do an X-ray but required a promise of payment before they would proceed. Matt also informed me that now was the time to have “that talk” about Diesel – which I understood to mean: 1) we needed to decide if Diesel should be euthanized rather than incur more financial expense and continue living in Matt’s home.
Make no mistake, I was highly annoyed.
Rather than blast Matt over the phone at the vet’s, I instead pointed out “that talk” about Diesel living in Matt’s home needed to happen with Charlie. Charlie was Diesel’s primary caregiver, and if Matt had reservations about Diesel in his apartment, he needed to voice them to Charlie and not me – in effect relying on my friendship with Charlie to communicate this without having to confront Charlie about it himself. I advised Matt not to worry about the money – Nancy would cover any expenses the vet had, and asked him to please call me before he left the vet’s office.
When we hung up, I called Nancy who called in her credit card info to pay for the visit. Meanwhile, I waited to hear back from Matt about the diagnoses, and set about obtaining the vaccine records from Nancy which I then faxed to my vet’s office.
After a lengthy passage of time during which I am at work, freaking out about the risk to my own dogs, scrambling on the phone between Nancy , my vet, Matt, and trips to the fax machine, I finally called the vet for an update when I never heard back from Matt.
I was given the details on Diesel’s condition from an obviously irritated Doctor who informed me that Matt was walking out with Diesel right that moment. I then received a short description of the vet visit from the Doctor.
Apparently, Matt had initially refused to sign an admission form for Diesel’s treatment, claiming he was not the dog’s owner and had no financial responsibility for the animal and would not make any decisions for treatment of the dog he’d just driven to the vet. He had also, apparently, expressed remarks to the effect that if he were the decision-maker, Diesel would have been euthanized based on the rationale: “at what point do we continue throwing money at a dog no one wants?” The vet made it clear that Matt obviously had no concern for Diesel and his attitude had made it very difficult to discuss Diesel’s treatment and perform medical services.
Knowing Matt is not a dog-person, and this was—most assuredly—a high-stress situation that was out of his comfort zone, I suppressed irritation over how this was handled. The important fact was that Diesel had been treated with medication and taken home to rest and recuperate. My vet specifically told me that if his diarrhea did not desist or if he continued vomiting blood, he would require hospitalization. After receiving the vaccination records – within approx 5 minutes of Matt’s leaving the office without calling me – the Doctor ruled out Parvo as a possibility.
After this exhaustive ordeal, when I get around to logging in to Facebook, I see the below comment posted by Matt, followed by a string of comments speculating on Diesel’s condition, and whether he has Parvo.
“So here’s the deal, Diesel is very badly sick and may require hospitalization. The Doctor shot him full of dewormer, sub-cue-fluids and anti-nausea medication but we don’t know what’s causing this and his stool is entirely liquid and from what I can tell largely blood. Also Jake Gollmar will have to wait a few days to come home.”
Now I am officially angry.
Here’s why: If Matt had bothered to call me from the vet’s office before he left – as I asked him to do – I could have told him I was faxing the vaccine records to the Doc in time for Matt to hang out for 5 minutes to be appraised of the situation: Diesel does not have Parvo. Now, Matt has taken an admittedly bad situation and completely overreacted with wild speculation about contamination to his apartment and the expense of ripping out carpet, not to mention, informing me via Facebook by tagging Jake’s name that I would be responsible for keeping Jake three more days in my home.
Rather than pay me the courtesy of calling me to inform me of Diesel’s diagnoses after such an ordeal, or that I needed to keep Jake, he posts a comment on Facebook. Because logging in to update strangers about Diesel’s condition took less time than pressing a button on his phone.
Keep in mind, Charlie, Diesel's primary caregiver, was due back in town that same evening.
I don’t think I would have been as upset if not for the public airing of resentment. Unfortunately, some people just don’t do well in a crisis. I think the main source of my irritation can be summed up in a comment Charlie posted to one of the Diesel updates:
“Agreeing to foster a dog and then taking him to the pound (and essentially killing him) the first time it gets inconvenient is pretty much the height of selfishness. If that's your first reaction then please never put yourself in a position where you're responsible for an animal's life.”
In closing, after having written all this and having a night to sleep on it, I realize that even though your friends may not always make the best decisions, and even if they are sometimes selfish or insensitive, and overreact, if they are your friends, you forgive them. So, Matt, I forgive you. Even though you probably had no idea how angry I was.
And I will never, ever burden you with any requests for the care of my dogs.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Dog Gone
My dog is a pain in the ass.
I should probably clarify. I have two dogs. One is reasonably well-behaved. The other is named Sookie.
It was about 3:00 today when I received a phone call from my neighbor informing me that Sookie had escaped the back yard. Again.
For those of you who don't know, Sookie is the reincarnation of Harry Houdini.
I'm not kidding about that. It's true.
Thanks to Ben and Charlie who graciously installed a now-defunct invisible fence on Sunday, Sookie can add breaking out of a shock collar designed to KEEP DOGS INSIDE THE FENCE! to her list of great escape credits.
While famously well known to me, Sookie first gained notoriety among my neighbors for her escapades with an incident I like to call "the purloined shoes." This occurred sometime last summer when she dug a tunnel underneath the 6-foot wooden privacy fence from my yard into my neighbor's yard. Like today, it started with a phone call.
"Your little dog is running around my yard."
Luckily I was already on my way home from work. By the time I arrived, Sookie had grown bored after realizing the grass really isn't greener on the other side of the fence and wriggled back home via her underground tunnel.
That was escape #3 or #4.
Innocent enough for a dog prone to adventure, right? At the time, I was relieved she hadn't wandered off and willing to chalk up the experience to an amusing anecdote.
Until I discovered the shoe. Size 12 men's Nike. I found it in my yard the next morning. Right where Sookie had left it.
Like most travelers, Sookie decided she needed a souvenir of the experience and dragged my neighbor's running shoe through her underground tunnel into my yard. Funny, right?
Wrong.
Sookie was not content with just one purloined shoe. She went back through the tunnel to steal the other one for a matched set!
So when I got the call at 3:00 today that Sookie was loose again, mission Capture & Contain was already a team effort. My neighbor K called J to call me at work because K didn't have my cell phone number. That's 2 neighbors involved already.
Now, I want all of you to remember the invisible fence, which actually worked for 1 day before Sookie figured out how to beat it.
So there I was downtown, 26 miles away, getting the news that my dog was running loose in the neighborhood after having just spent $142 on a freakin' invisible fence that didn't work. I couldn't drive home because I rode the bus to work. So I had to ask my friend Charlie to drive me home to look for the little bitch.
Yeah, that's right. I called her a bitch. Because, you know, she is.
So we wade through Atlanta traffic with me freaking out in the car imagining all that went wrong. Did the collar come off? It has a battery inside it. And OMG, if it fell off in the yard, could Finn have eaten the battery?
We get to my house. I have a plan of action worked out. We can drive around my neighborhood looking for Sook. But as it turns out, Sookie had outfoxed us.
She broke out of the yard, stole some kid's plastic ball, and then broke back INTO the yard.
She was there waiting for us with a great big grin when I walked out back.
So, crisis averted, Charlie and I set about trying Sookie-proof the yard again while she watched. Plotting her next escape.
Here's the note my neighbor left taped to my front door:
Thanks to Charlie's DIY handymanliness, the invisible fence wire has been spliced back together, the escape holes filled in with cement stones, and the destroyed red collar replaced with a brand new pink collar--shock hardware refitted onto the new collar.
Needless to say, Sook was not happy.
Don't be fooled by the cute face. This bitch is one bad dog.
I should probably clarify. I have two dogs. One is reasonably well-behaved. The other is named Sookie.
It was about 3:00 today when I received a phone call from my neighbor informing me that Sookie had escaped the back yard. Again.
For those of you who don't know, Sookie is the reincarnation of Harry Houdini.
I'm not kidding about that. It's true.
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One of Sookie's early daring escape attempts |
Thanks to Ben and Charlie who graciously installed a now-defunct invisible fence on Sunday, Sookie can add breaking out of a shock collar designed to KEEP DOGS INSIDE THE FENCE! to her list of great escape credits.
While famously well known to me, Sookie first gained notoriety among my neighbors for her escapades with an incident I like to call "the purloined shoes." This occurred sometime last summer when she dug a tunnel underneath the 6-foot wooden privacy fence from my yard into my neighbor's yard. Like today, it started with a phone call.
"Your little dog is running around my yard."
Luckily I was already on my way home from work. By the time I arrived, Sookie had grown bored after realizing the grass really isn't greener on the other side of the fence and wriggled back home via her underground tunnel.
That was escape #3 or #4.
Innocent enough for a dog prone to adventure, right? At the time, I was relieved she hadn't wandered off and willing to chalk up the experience to an amusing anecdote.
Until I discovered the shoe. Size 12 men's Nike. I found it in my yard the next morning. Right where Sookie had left it.
Like most travelers, Sookie decided she needed a souvenir of the experience and dragged my neighbor's running shoe through her underground tunnel into my yard. Funny, right?
Wrong.
Sookie was not content with just one purloined shoe. She went back through the tunnel to steal the other one for a matched set!
So when I got the call at 3:00 today that Sookie was loose again, mission Capture & Contain was already a team effort. My neighbor K called J to call me at work because K didn't have my cell phone number. That's 2 neighbors involved already.
Now, I want all of you to remember the invisible fence, which actually worked for 1 day before Sookie figured out how to beat it.
So there I was downtown, 26 miles away, getting the news that my dog was running loose in the neighborhood after having just spent $142 on a freakin' invisible fence that didn't work. I couldn't drive home because I rode the bus to work. So I had to ask my friend Charlie to drive me home to look for the little bitch.
Yeah, that's right. I called her a bitch. Because, you know, she is.
So we wade through Atlanta traffic with me freaking out in the car imagining all that went wrong. Did the collar come off? It has a battery inside it. And OMG, if it fell off in the yard, could Finn have eaten the battery?
We get to my house. I have a plan of action worked out. We can drive around my neighborhood looking for Sook. But as it turns out, Sookie had outfoxed us.
She broke out of the yard, stole some kid's plastic ball, and then broke back INTO the yard.
She was there waiting for us with a great big grin when I walked out back.
So, crisis averted, Charlie and I set about trying Sookie-proof the yard again while she watched. Plotting her next escape.
Here's the note my neighbor left taped to my front door:
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"Amanda, I just wanted you to know I'm fairly certain your dog growled the "F" word at me when I put the cement in her escape tunnel!" |
Thanks to Charlie's DIY handymanliness, the invisible fence wire has been spliced back together, the escape holes filled in with cement stones, and the destroyed red collar replaced with a brand new pink collar--shock hardware refitted onto the new collar.
Needless to say, Sook was not happy.
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You suck! |
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Playing dead as a bid for sympathy in her new collar. |
Don't be fooled by the cute face. This bitch is one bad dog.
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