I was just chilling in the car waiting for my mum to drive me to school when I see his fluffy white tale go lolly-gagging bye. My first though was, Not again. Then it turned into get that dog. In the end I ended up chasing him around the neghibor hood for 20 mintues. I got him back home and you'll not believe what I found:
Big Dan (my dog) had slipped his shock collar off on a tree branch and opened the gate. Then he went outside and around to a brick we put up on the fence over a hole he digged and knocked it over for the other dog to escape.
Whatever happened to monkeys being the next cleverest animal on this planet besides us.
Next thing I we know he might be walking and talking down the street!
Does anyone have any advice on how to keep my titanic Pernes Mountian dog inside less then an achre of land in the suburbans?