Mostly True Memoirs
We have a new neighbor.
They have three large, territorial dogs.
Those dogs have taken strongly against Blue.
They fling themselves against the wooden fence, barking wildly.
I swear, one of these days, they’re going to break through that barrier.
Since they’re a pack and Blue is solo, guess who will lose that fight?
I discussed all of this with Bob who poo-pooed my concerns.
He told me that we don’t even own the fence, it’s on their property.
I hope that thought brings him comfort after Blue and I are slaughtered.
The time came, however, when Bob saw for himself that the wooden slats practically bubbled out into an angry dog shape.
He went right outside to shore the fence up.
I’m still not confident that it’s secure.
So I bought an ultrasonic device that emits several different terrible sounds that only dogs can hear.
It’s supposed to stop them in their tracks.
And … it worked!
They barked, I pressed the button, and I obviously couldn’t hear a thing.
But all the dogs, including Blue, jumped away from the fence.
Whew – problem solved!