huge storm moving in... i hustled my ass outside to get the barn guys safely into bed...before i went out..iturned all of the TV's and radios on loud...closed the doggy door to the dog yard and made sure jesse and lucky and dusty were secure and safe.
the best laid plans of mice and men.....and rescuers.
i got everyone in and fed....i put up the van's windows...i locked up the shop with frodo inside...i went and closed all of the windows, turned up the radio a bit louder and fed and medicated the mp building.
and then instead of going out the back door to the sliding glass doors thru the yard like i always do...i went out the front doors of the mp building for some reason and thank you god, jesus, mother mary of god and saints particular watchful guardian angel.....
as i came out the door i just happened to see out of the corner of my eye......
pixie heading down the driveway.
she somehow got out thru the wire of the cat run and then out thru the wire between the slats of the front fence.
i freaking HATE barely 3 pound dogs here, especially tiny escape artists who are born again runners...i hate it, i hate it, i hate it...they are too freaking small.
i need a foster home for her NOW..one that she cannot possibly escape from ever, no matter what...for her i want a condo apartment with NO balcony where she will never be off leash and can never find her way outside anywhere...not even 100 feet in the air.
tomorrow, she goes into a cage...tonight is fine cuz the dog door to the cat run is now shut because of the storm....i SHOULD have closed that one before i went out to the barn.
this little dog is going to worry me to death.
thank you thank you thank you whoever for letting me see her buggering off.