We've taken to letting Blackwell join us for cocktails on the back patio. It took awhile. He was taken, initially, with jumping over into the neighbor's back yard and then, who knows where, until he got tired, or hungry, and came home. Well. I didn't like that, even though he wears a collar with a badge with his name and our telephone number. I would get very nervous about where he had gone and I'd search and call his name and worry, worry, worry.
Ridiculous, eh?
But that's the life of a pet owner.
So I finally put up enough fencing and chicken wire and glass chunks that he was defeated in his escape plan. So, now he is confined to our fenced-in backyard and he has only us to commune with.
Now if I could only break him of his habit of rolling in a patch of dirt immediately upon his escape from the house.
