escape the yard artist
I say escape the yard artist because Jo’Burg would leave the yard, but I found him all sorts of places other than the other side of the fence…
The first time he left our yard, it was to the other side of the fence. He couldn’t jump over the fence, so he tore it down. After he tore it down he ran out our community and across a major 4 lane road. Some people found him and called Chuck. I couldn’t believe what I saw when I got home…
If I didn’t close my windows in the car I left in the garage, Jo’Burg would be stuck in it when I got home. For some reason he could get in the car (usually scratching up the side) but could never manage to get out. I always wondered how long he was stuck in there. Wish I had a picture to show you. I came home this year and he was in my bug, head sticking out, tail wagging. I took a picture on my cell and sent it to Chuck, but deleted it thinking there's plenty more to come when I forget to roll up the window. Silly me...
The worst escape for me was when I forgot to close the windows to the house. Twice he did this, unfortunately once it had been raining so there was mud involved. I came home and the screen on the window was torn to shreds and there was mud everywhere. On the windowsill, in my bed (he must have been napping), in the couch, all over the floor. It looked like he kept jumping out the window to get more mud and then jump back in the house. I couldn’t believe my eyes…
And every time there was poor Jeza, meeting me when I opened the garage door crying like she was telling on Jo’Burg – “he ran away again” – squeek, squeek, squeek – “he’s in the car again” – squeek, squeek, squeek – “OMG, he’s in the house” - – squeek, squeek, squeek.
The worst escape for him was about a year ago. It all started when the wind blew down a side of my fence and he found he could venture out into the neighbors yard. He loved the neighbors yard. After I had the fence fixed, he’d still jump it and go to the neighbors yard. Sometimes she’d leave her gate open so he hopped the fence, out the gate and toured the neighborhood. My other neighbor would try to catch him for me and say he was down by the creek running back and forth. All I could think was that he was looking for me because that’s where we went running.
I’m sitting at work and I get a call on my cell. It’s some people who found Jo’Burg stuck on the fence of their next-door neighbors. Oh god, I thought. I raced to pick him up. From our house he went down the street to the creek, crossed the creek (by bridge or swim?), down about a mile to another community and tried to jump into some ones yard that had a iron rod fence. He had to have been chasing a cat to try this maneuver. The people found him with his front paws suck in the iron rods that jetted up from the brick fence. One paw was stuck in between two rods and all cut up, the other was stuck in the rod itself. They got him down before I got there, but I could not believe it. There was blood everywhere. I raced him to the vets where he got all sorts of stitches.
He only tried to escape one time after that. It had rained and when I came home he was covered in mud. Caked with mud. Red lights blaring in my head I found his tunnel, hard to see, but there's quite a ditch. (still need to fix that one)
The first time he left our yard, it was to the other side of the fence. He couldn’t jump over the fence, so he tore it down. After he tore it down he ran out our community and across a major 4 lane road. Some people found him and called Chuck. I couldn’t believe what I saw when I got home…
If I didn’t close my windows in the car I left in the garage, Jo’Burg would be stuck in it when I got home. For some reason he could get in the car (usually scratching up the side) but could never manage to get out. I always wondered how long he was stuck in there. Wish I had a picture to show you. I came home this year and he was in my bug, head sticking out, tail wagging. I took a picture on my cell and sent it to Chuck, but deleted it thinking there's plenty more to come when I forget to roll up the window. Silly me...
The worst escape for me was when I forgot to close the windows to the house. Twice he did this, unfortunately once it had been raining so there was mud involved. I came home and the screen on the window was torn to shreds and there was mud everywhere. On the windowsill, in my bed (he must have been napping), in the couch, all over the floor. It looked like he kept jumping out the window to get more mud and then jump back in the house. I couldn’t believe my eyes…
And every time there was poor Jeza, meeting me when I opened the garage door crying like she was telling on Jo’Burg – “he ran away again” – squeek, squeek, squeek – “he’s in the car again” – squeek, squeek, squeek – “OMG, he’s in the house” - – squeek, squeek, squeek.
The worst escape for him was about a year ago. It all started when the wind blew down a side of my fence and he found he could venture out into the neighbors yard. He loved the neighbors yard. After I had the fence fixed, he’d still jump it and go to the neighbors yard. Sometimes she’d leave her gate open so he hopped the fence, out the gate and toured the neighborhood. My other neighbor would try to catch him for me and say he was down by the creek running back and forth. All I could think was that he was looking for me because that’s where we went running.
I’m sitting at work and I get a call on my cell. It’s some people who found Jo’Burg stuck on the fence of their next-door neighbors. Oh god, I thought. I raced to pick him up. From our house he went down the street to the creek, crossed the creek (by bridge or swim?), down about a mile to another community and tried to jump into some ones yard that had a iron rod fence. He had to have been chasing a cat to try this maneuver. The people found him with his front paws suck in the iron rods that jetted up from the brick fence. One paw was stuck in between two rods and all cut up, the other was stuck in the rod itself. They got him down before I got there, but I could not believe it. There was blood everywhere. I raced him to the vets where he got all sorts of stitches.
He only tried to escape one time after that. It had rained and when I came home he was covered in mud. Caked with mud. Red lights blaring in my head I found his tunnel, hard to see, but there's quite a ditch. (still need to fix that one)
I just love this picture,
he was such a couch hog...
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