Pee Wee's Escapades

The adjustment for a four-legged family has had a few bumps in the road. The first one to move to the Hideout was Pee Wee our huge-hearted, twenty-six pound, Mountain Feist. At first everything with him was OK except he whined every time I left in the truck. I think he thought he was being dumped. That was OK, I thought. He will learn. He did. He learned how to get out.

Pee Wee has never been as escaper. When we had Bear, Bear beat me. We finally had to chain him in the yard. We felt like criminals for doing that. But when he would dig out, Pee Wee never left the yard. So when we started waking at the Hideout to find Pee Wee under the carport, we were nonplussed to say the least. It took awhile but we finally found out how he was doing it. Remember we had an eight-foot fence put in. That little rascal was climbing the gate, one of two, that was only four feet high. 

So we had Simon rebuild the wooden gate to six feet. Pee Wee, however,  continued to get out. He would sneak out, like a teenage boy, after dark and do who-knows-what all night long. Then he would sleep all day. We even saw him on Facebook one night. There he was, like a mugshot, in the backseat of someone's pickup truck. I went and picked him up .8 of a mile from the Hideout. The nice man said the little turd was running down the middle of Popular Street, right down the center line. He went there twice in one night. 

The next day, Penny saw him climbing the chain link gate. Now we are having to tie him. We hope to have Simon do something with that gate. I hate to tie a dog in the yard. It doesn't seem right. It is not right, but sometimes you have to until you can do something else.

Anyway, that is the way it is when you have a high-energy, high-intelligence dog. He is a handful, but he is a sweet, loving, and fascinating. We love him. Eventually, he will be free again in the backyard where he can rule as the sovereign animal, barking at squirrels, and seeing everything, even butterflies that cross his domain. He can nap where he wants and hang out with me when I workout.

Thank you, Jesus, for Pee Wee. Give him a long and healthy life, please.