We found another hole that didn't really seem big enough, but maybe, and filled it. He got out again. I went out to walk the fence Tuesday night, and couldn't see anywhere that he was getting out. He wouldn't even try it with me in the yard. He wants to lean on me and play. I don't know what made me do it, but I pushed against the bottom of the fence with my foot. The whole back stretch of fence is loose enough that he could lean against it and get out. Yes, this is the fence that is less than 2 years old. *sigh*
I told the family that he was to be locked on the back porch during the day yesterday, and we borrowed electric fence supplies from Dad. By the time I got home from work, Kevin had most of the posts in the ground. Natalie and I strung the fence, letting Kevin do the corners, and Kevin hooked up the charger. I sent him inside to eat and relax while I watched the dogs to make sure all was well.
Almost immediately, some folks rode by on bicycles. Sure enough, Radar ran along the fence, barking. He was a distance from me when it happened, but I heard the yelp I'd been expecting. I think it got the front of his leg. He was up on the deck before you knew it. I thought he would have to get bit a couple of times before he figured it out, but he's far more cautious than that.
He didn't know what got him, but he was sure that the back yard HURTS, and he wasn't going to go into it ever again. He laid down on the deck with his back to the yard. It was kind of pitiful.
I'll have to play with him in the yard some, to show him that it's OK, as long as he stays away from the fence. He'll figure it out. Poor thing. Better scared or shocked than hit by a car, though. I would hate for that to happen.
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