Our Sandy has a hole and she keeps climbing through it.
I keep blocking it up but she just makes a new one.
Our Sandy is very intelligent. She is computer literate, she reads a lot [she likes the Irish Times, and Margaret Forster], she has a wicked sense of humour and frankly would outclass Bertie or Dubya at any quiz show, even if they acted as a team.
There is one thing she is ignorant about though, and that is traffic. She can cope with anything else, but she doesn’t understand the concept of being run over. If the gets onto the main road, she will happily amble up the middle of it while cars miss her by inches.
I live on a lane, as you know. If you go up the lane, you will find the house where Fizz lives. Fizz is a little white terrier, and is Sandy’s friend. Sandy likes to visit her friends and so she keeps getting out.
Unfortunately, if you go down the lane, you come to the main road which is full of lunatic drivers, boy racers, exploding buses and women drivers. It is a damned dangerous place if you’re not careful. And Sandy isn’t. And she goes down there sometimes.
I would love to leave the gate open so Sandy could visit Fizz anytime she liked, but I can’t take the chance. I don’t want her to end up as a long smear on the main road, because I love her.
Not a very good photo
Our boundary is very long. It mostly consists of hedging and trees and I like that. I hate concrete walls. They are too suburban for the countryside. But hedges and trees are damned difficult to seal off against a determined dog, so I spend my time filling in gaps with bits of wire netting.
I have to go out now and re-fence a stretch in the middle of a clump of bushes, because that is where she keeps getting out now.
It’s a right pain in the hole.