Beltane Beltane Moon
Sitting at our patio, talking, I said to Kate, “You know, with all the education sitting at this table, two doctorates, you’d think we could outsmart a 60-pound German short hair who’s thinking at about a three-year old level.” This after Kate had just attached short runs of fencing to the wire contraption I put together on Saturday.
(a sheep fence in Scotland obviously created by a house with three doctorates.)
Gertie found another fence she could master. I had a plan. Wire strung across the fence top, four strands (rubber coated) attached to two pieces of iron with holes drilled in it at regular intervals. My plan failed. Gertie got up, bellied over the wires and in the process bent the iron (not thick enough). I didn’t see her getting over the wire.
Kate’s idea might work. We’ll see. The electric fence that stopped Rigel doesn’t work with Gertie because she jumps up on the fence, which is wood, and never completes the circuit.
Pets, you gotta love’em.
