Nuke the Fence, Boys!

Magnus has busted out of Gitmo before. Given time, he could dig a trench and wriggle his enormous bulk under the fence; we knew that when we built it. After eighteen months or so, piles of rocks and other heavy objects here and there along the fenceline attest to his various Steve McQueen impersonations. But the motivation had to be pretty strong. Even when he escaped he generally just found a tree to snooze under, and Fritz and Ghost stayed inside.

It used to be that a sojourn of a few hours or even most of a day in Gitmo was no big deal: It's big, it has sun and shade and food and water and is always preceded by a Snacky, and they were used to it because it happened fairly often. Leave the boys alone for a day, whether you're there or not, and mostly they just lay down and take a long nap anyway. The presence of a fence is irrelevant to the location of a nap, right? But lately Gitmo hasn't been working so well, I think just because it has become so rare that any stay there is a big deal, and so unacceptable.

Yesterday evening Magnus didn't defeat the fence; he nuked the sucker.

I had an overnight houseguest, and we decided to go into town and have dinner at a restaurant there. We visited some neighbors on the way out, so altogether we were gone for maybe a bit less than three hours. When we got back to the property, all three dogs were outside the fence waiting. They seemed very pleased with themselves.

Considering the extent of the property damage they caused, and since lacking opposible thumbs they couldn't have used tools to cause it, I suppose by their standards they had reason to be proud.

*sigh* Excuse me - I have to go haul some really big rocks now.