Remy
So I go to get my car fixed this morning, replace the seat belts and what not. Those are kinda important cause cops get pissy when you have no seat belts. Also makes passing inspection a bit harder.
So I'm gone maybe 20 minutes and I get a call from someone working in the Blanchard Post Office asking if I have a dog named Remy. Great. He got out. I send dad to get him cause I was on I-20 headed into Bossier. Dad brings him home and not two minutes later he's out of the fence again. Only good thing is that now I know how he's getting out. Mother fucker jumped the fence. Not climb over, or on something to jump over it, not dig under the fence. No. He takes a running leap over my damn fence.
Heres the fun part. As long as I (or someone else to distract him) is home, he's fine and content to stay where he is. But as soon as I leave he goes bat shit crazy trying to look for me. Anyone else can leave and it's totally cool. I'm going to have to find this dog a hobby to tire him out or (and I can't believe I'm saying this) put him in the dog day-care down the road.
I also forgot to mention the sheer amount of dirt on the couch from all the plants he knocked down. And the blinds he ATE. Yea...my mom is going to be so pissed. I cleaned everything but the blinds. I have no idea how to get them down but as soon as they come down I'm going to replace them with the kind she likes in hopes she won't make me get rid of Remy.
Just like his namesake, dude can't stay out of trouble.
So I'm gone maybe 20 minutes and I get a call from someone working in the Blanchard Post Office asking if I have a dog named Remy. Great. He got out. I send dad to get him cause I was on I-20 headed into Bossier. Dad brings him home and not two minutes later he's out of the fence again. Only good thing is that now I know how he's getting out. Mother fucker jumped the fence. Not climb over, or on something to jump over it, not dig under the fence. No. He takes a running leap over my damn fence.
Heres the fun part. As long as I (or someone else to distract him) is home, he's fine and content to stay where he is. But as soon as I leave he goes bat shit crazy trying to look for me. Anyone else can leave and it's totally cool. I'm going to have to find this dog a hobby to tire him out or (and I can't believe I'm saying this) put him in the dog day-care down the road.
I also forgot to mention the sheer amount of dirt on the couch from all the plants he knocked down. And the blinds he ATE. Yea...my mom is going to be so pissed. I cleaned everything but the blinds. I have no idea how to get them down but as soon as they come down I'm going to replace them with the kind she likes in hopes she won't make me get rid of Remy.
Just like his namesake, dude can't stay out of trouble.