|Samantha does a slow stroll around the|
yard like our Jack used to do, just checking
on things while taking care of business.
This worked fine for Vince. Although he stayed mostly in the yard, he would venture out, up and down the road a bit, to mark the nearby mailboxes and otherwise represent us in the neighborhood. Vince had obviously lived "at large" for much of his life before coming here and he was smart enough to stay out of trouble so I never really worried much about him. Samantha had also had the freedom to wander at liberty in her former home, and she sticks around as well, but I don't know that she had Vince's level of experience dealing with the hazards of a road. Consequently, when we would let Samantha out, one of us went with her to keep an eye on where she was going, especially after the first time she walked down the driveway, through the gate, and headed across the road.
|Samantha heading into the container|
|Samantha and Vince both have old dog bladders|
and they are the first to get up in the morning.
|We let Gigi out to wander free in the front yard|
too, but never worried about her getting out
because she never wants to get far away from
|Samantha and Gigi under the willow oak.|
|I care not one whit that our closed gate|
and sign may be viewed as uninviting.
|I'm a big believer in the saying that "good fences make good|
neighbors." This new piece of fence isn't exactly good, but
it will get the job done.