Blast!

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Had a great post going about Hans’ birthday party last weekend and the pictures were uploaded to boot, but operator error got in the way and poof… my post is gone! My hand is hurting too badly to bother trying again (had a little finger biopsy on an injury I incurred three weeks ago that suddenly decided to go all gangrene on me and a tetanus shot “just in case,” grrrrrr). So instead of party pics you get pooches and I’ll hope to be a little less stiff and sore tomorrow to fill you in a subjects of greater interest.

“It is finished,” oh poop.

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The universe heard my cry and responded with loving kindness as my hard workers wrapped up the last of the fencing today! We now have the most delightful ability to open the door whilst still in our pj’s and send the canine tribe out to do their business like little soldiers. I did a small dance when I received the news and then thanked God for the fabulous price of it all. The picture is of the progress I came home to at lunch time and perhaps tomorrow I’ll be able to take some better shots of the overall lot.

Now, having the yard fenced and sending the boys out unattended has it’s down side. You see… Lucca has always been a “shit-eater.” Since the day we brought him home and every day up to now, no matter what we put in his food or how fast we try to pick up the poop he’s going to find some and when he does, he’s going to eat it. For the most part we had managed to keep him out of it at the old house, but having this lack of fencing for over six weeks now had caused me to forget this most undesirable trait. I had grown so accustomed to taking the boys out on leash in the morning and then picking up after them at lunch every day when there’s more light to work by. When I arrived home this evening, overjoyed to send them all out like a circus troop on holiday, I was quickly reminded that Lucca is still Lucca… a bona fide shit-eater through and through. After racing around the house and out into the dark corner of the yard he came zooming back with fragrant jowls overjoyed at the ability to once again relive his meals. Ugh.

I can’t believe he has no respect for the newer, nicer-ness of this house and the fact that he should clearly be more dignified on this premises! I guess it’s still poop no matter where you live and to Lucca it’s the grandest thing on earth. So, here’s to the yard being fully fenced and to many more years of us chasing the pup after he’s mischievously hidden in the yard’s dark corners to once again taste his breakfast… or dinner. At least he’s into recycling, that will help preserve the planet.

The Fickleness of Fencing

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We’re living in a new 800sqft house which was very precisely chosen to reduce my “commute” to and from the office thereby providing me with more time during the lunch hour for walking and/or playing with the dogs. It’s been six weeks now and we still don’t have a fence which those of you who have dogs will know (especially in a small home) really sucks. Having to go out in the dead of Winter for three-dogs-worth of potty breaks throughout the day and night has become really old despite our efficiency at this task. Most importantly the lack of fencing has drastically reduced the number of times my boys can run zoomies around our humble lot, peeing on every frick’n blade of grass which they truly believe wards off all beasts of any kind and ensures their precious domain will not be tampered with.
The key here is that the fence is being built during the worst time of year on a lot that is two parts mud, one part rock and one part unmarked wires you can be certain you’ll hit at least once. And then there’s our trusty fence builder, a one-armed Scotsman who will no doubt remain a legend in my eyes for the rest of my life, but who also works unconventionally due to his super powered single arm and eighty-something years of age. It’s not his fault this project has taken this long, he’s the most motivated of all, but it has drawn on and on and we’re ready to see it finished and the boys running around with wreckless abandon enjoying their wonderful grassy knoll. So I say to the Universe tonight on the eve of more fencing to come, please shine down your warm sun tomorrow and soften the earth on our special piece of Island life that we might have a lovely fence completed at the close of this week for our precious creatures to delight in.