You know how you plan to do nothing and just relax, and then something happens to change that? Yeah, that's what happened to us yesterday. Back in March, we rescued a Golden Retriever named Buster. He has adjusted to our family quite well- of course he was supposed to be MY dog, and he has attached himself to Ryan. He and Finchy are great playmates, and he is really good with the kids. He has also gone from 95 pounds down to 80 pounds. Apparently, he also has a little bit of dinosaur in him as well. Remember that scene in Jurrassic Park where they are talking about the Raptors testing the electric fence for weaknesses? It sort of played out yesterday in our back yard.
Yesterday, Ryan woke up early and went for a run. I woke up shortly after him and went downstairs to enjoy the quiet for a little while. I let the dogs out into the back yard. About 5 minutes later, I heard Finchy barking and barking. I didn't want him to annoy the neighbors so I went to call both dogs in. Finchy came immediately. Buster didn't. I looked around the yard, and pit settled in my stomach as I saw the hole in the fence. Our dog/raptor found a rotted section in the fence and went through it. Finchy was barking to let me know Buster was out.
I'm not going to lie, I said a swear word (the one that starts with an s). I also said, Chili Dawg would have never done this- which was dumb because someone let Finch and Chili Dawg out of our backyard once. Not even thinking, I ran through the house out the front door. I was in my golden retriever pajama pants (if you've ever loved a golden you would understand) and t-shirt, and bare foot. I ran down the middle of the street screaming for Buster, praying in my head that he hadn't gotten too far away, hoping I picked the right direction, and swearing under my breath. When I got to the part of our street where I had to pick a direction, I stopped, because coming straight towards me from across the main street was Buster with a big grin on his face. He ran right up to me and I thanked God, grabbed his collar and let him drag me back down the road to our house. I gave Finchy a treat for being a good dog and letting me know that Buster got out (and yes, Buster is microchipped and has a tag with our info on it, but still).
When Ryan got home, I greeted him at the door with a glass of water and the story of Buster's escape. Ryan went outside, checked all of the fence line for rotting, made a list, and headed to Menard's. He and I spent the morning and part of the afternoon securing our fence from our dinosaur/dog. And that, is why you can never plan to do nothing, because something will always creep in when you least expect it.