Our Basenji boy Oli has become quite the actor when caught in the attempt at escaping. We had some not-so-considerate gardeners who opted to dismantle our chain link fence in order to fit their riding lawnmower into our yard. This only after I built a small brick wall around our well pump (because we had to repair it twice!) and replacing the double doors (also broken by them) with a single door on our wood fence making it difficult to fit the riding lawnmower through the main entrance of the yard. I am convinced the yard guy was taught to drive by a blind man!
We have done all sorts of home remedies to fix the fence and ended up calling a handyman to come out and finish it correctly. He is a popular guy so we have to wait a couple of weeks for him to make the repairs and in the mean time we stacked some cinder blocks to block any escape routes. Oli knows this and keeps trying to kick, push or dig out the blocks but we are wise to his attempts. He runs around the yard, looking into the house as he circles and when he thinks no one is watching then he runs to the corner to make a break for it. I watch them from just inside the French doors and when I see him run to that corner I open the door and yell, “NO!” many, many times. It’s like he just forgets that not more than two minutes ago I yelled at him.
If a dog could make a face – he would! Each time he hears the door creak open, he bolts away from the fence and stands about 10 feet away with that “look” like he is saying, “Who Me? Noo! I wasn’t just trying to escape! I don’t know what you’re accusing me of!” On another occasion he even ran up to me, sat down and pawed for a treat as if to distract me from what he was trying to do. What a smart boy.
Our Basenji girl Jezebel did get out once after Oli managed to knock one of the bricks down, but she is such a good girl that she always ends up at the neighbor’s house munching on cat food they leave on the stoop.
I wonder what theatrics I’m in for this evening when I get home.
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