It seems we gotta a Houdini here at Minnesota Transplant’s house.
My 8-pound schnauzer has discovered the fence around the back yard is not impenetrable. She escaped one morning this week, and we were none the wiser until we got a phone call from a passersby two blocks away who found her and called my Beloved’s phone number on her collar.
What’s so appealing in the wide, wide world?
Not sure how we’re going to seal up the two-inch gap that’s opened up between the bottom of the fence and the apparently settling ground, but Chloe has figured out the contortions required to traverse it. In an attempt to recreate the feat, I caught her on film:
“We feel free when we escape — even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire.”
~ Eric Hoffer