My yard here at the Dear ol' Dad Mansion and Homestead is nice enough (WHEN DAD MOWS!!) and its plenty big for a small dog and her challenged brother to wander around when needing to do natures bidding... we have a smaller front yard, two good sized side yards and a very large back yard that runs right up against a park on one side. So... a dog could do worse when it comes to living arrangements.
In front of our house is a three railed white picket fence that runs the length of the road frontage. Its not really designed to keep anyone out, after all... its nothing more than three boards and the posts inbetween them. Apparently what is not designed to keep anyone out IS designed to keep small dogs IN.
If you want to get a butt chewing aorund here... stick a head, tail or toe out beyond the white picket fence. Dad will tear you a new "exit path" and give you one of his famous two hour lectures if you even consider seeing if the grass is greener on the other side. I know this first hand because I have tried... OH... I have tried.
Our yard is on a subdivision main drag... its not really all that busy but it does have a lot of dog traffic. Those dogs like to use our fence as a "wee station", if you will. Seeing as I think in Smell-o-vision, I like to sniff a bunch of fence post to see if it was anydog that i knew. Well.. THAT is completely out of the scope of what a dog is allowed to do at our house. If I even steer towards the fence, hear the dreaded "ATTTTT, OUGHTTTT and ERRRT". Those are the sound Dad uses when he can't get the real words out fast enough to impact the situation. Nothing will stop a dog faster than a Dear ol' Dad "ERRRRRTTTTT". Then you stop and look over your tail at him and he's pointing and waving arms like he's landing an airplane. What a tool!!!
I know Dad means well and there is danger around every corner (or so he says) but every now and then a dog has to be able to strut their stuff off leash and outside the confines of the white picket fence... don't they. Maybe if I yelled "White Chin steppin' off the line and walkin' outside the fence to smell, Boss!" After all, I'm treated like I'm on the Chin Gang!!!
I guess the other side of the fence will never be for me. It could be worse, I suppose. He could not care where I go or what I do. At least Dad is always there to assure I'm safe and sound... and BORED!
In front of our house is a three railed white picket fence that runs the length of the road frontage. Its not really designed to keep anyone out, after all... its nothing more than three boards and the posts inbetween them. Apparently what is not designed to keep anyone out IS designed to keep small dogs IN.
If you want to get a butt chewing aorund here... stick a head, tail or toe out beyond the white picket fence. Dad will tear you a new "exit path" and give you one of his famous two hour lectures if you even consider seeing if the grass is greener on the other side. I know this first hand because I have tried... OH... I have tried.
Our yard is on a subdivision main drag... its not really all that busy but it does have a lot of dog traffic. Those dogs like to use our fence as a "wee station", if you will. Seeing as I think in Smell-o-vision, I like to sniff a bunch of fence post to see if it was anydog that i knew. Well.. THAT is completely out of the scope of what a dog is allowed to do at our house. If I even steer towards the fence, hear the dreaded "ATTTTT, OUGHTTTT and ERRRT". Those are the sound Dad uses when he can't get the real words out fast enough to impact the situation. Nothing will stop a dog faster than a Dear ol' Dad "ERRRRRTTTTT". Then you stop and look over your tail at him and he's pointing and waving arms like he's landing an airplane. What a tool!!!
I know Dad means well and there is danger around every corner (or so he says) but every now and then a dog has to be able to strut their stuff off leash and outside the confines of the white picket fence... don't they. Maybe if I yelled "White Chin steppin' off the line and walkin' outside the fence to smell, Boss!" After all, I'm treated like I'm on the Chin Gang!!!
I guess the other side of the fence will never be for me. It could be worse, I suppose. He could not care where I go or what I do. At least Dad is always there to assure I'm safe and sound... and BORED!