lughnasa Honey Moon
P.T. Barnum famously encouraged crowds, “This way to the egress!” First project this morning is finding Rigel’s most recent success in locating an egress from our fenced in yard. All three have used it, but I know this scene well enough to know that Rigel precipitated the event.
We have a wood slatted gate off our deck that leads into the perennial flower gardens below it. The first day, the very first day, she was here, Rigel got her head stuck between two of the slats. I had to remove one to release her. Later on she discovered a downed tree low enough to jump on and use as a bridge to the great beyond. See my post below about faith as a bridge to a better place.
Since then she’s prized open gates, dug under fences, several times and discovered weak spots in the chain link where she make herself small and wiggle out. This is a 130 pound dog. Who then gets followed by her sister Vega at 150. Vega loves Rigel and enjoys the adventures but never commences them.
So, until I’ve found the hole and plugged it up.
