Escape artists

Having started the renos in the backyard, I had to remove the back fence to allow the machinery to enter. I took an old hand saw to it and had the fence down in moments. I knew it would only be a day or two before the sod came, so I leaned the fence up and held it in place with a few boards. I knew it wouldn't deter the dogs for too long, but I figured it was better than nothing.

Tonight, I let Montel, Vicki and Davy outside for awhile. It was mysteriously quiet, but I'm not completely on my game right now, so I didn't notice. Eventually, I heard Montel scratching at the back door. I was annoyed that he wouldn't wait until I was ready to let him in, but went to get him anyways. There he was. All alone.

I quickly looked over the yard - no Vicki or Davy. Just a giant, gaping whole where there had once been a board blocking the escape to the alley. Montel had come to the door to let me know the other two had made a break for it. I'm not sure if he did this because he was worried for their safety or just too scared to follow them and so wanted to make them come back.

I wandered into the alley and called them as best I could. They both came roaring around the corner at breakneck speed. Vicki looked thrilled with herself as her tongue hanged (hung?) out the side of her mouth. Davy was the fastest and most agile I have seen him in years. With his ears flying behind him like bat wings, he covered that ground as though he was 2 again. I have no doubt in my mind that he dared Vicki to make a break for it.

All I can say is knowing what over-exertion does to an old person, Davy is going to be mighty sore tomorrow.