When Micah got home, I sent him to the backyard to do a more thorough search of the fence. He came up empty handed. Our only other solution was to try to trick her into showing us what she was doing. It worked after the first big snow (Snow Moat, Snow Problem) and we were able to do fashion a temporary fix until we could replace it, so we gave it a shot. Micah, Buttercup, and I left the backyard with leashes in hand. Sota watched us from the porch with a look that said "surely they're not going on a walk without me...wait a minute, they can't do that!" Before I could even turn around to try to coax her out of the backyard she was up and over the gate and sitting right beside me, ready for her walk.
It happened too fast to capture on film, so I did my best to recreate the moment. |
It was as if the 4-foot gate wasn't even there. She just floated over it.
In light of this revelation, I decided I needed to build up some good karma on the pet front. It just so happened that the next morning on my walk to Alewife I saw a small beagle running around the field without a care in the world while his poor dog-sitter (a close friend of the owner, I learned) stood exasperated on the bikepath. This poor guy had treats, leashes - the works. Unfortunately Baxter the Beagle knew all the tricks and avoided getting caught.
Again, no camera but this is exactly what it was like |
I feel like I have paid it forward from Sota's last escapade where if it weren't for the kind lady willing to cut Sota off at the pass I may never have caught her. Hopefully if Sota figures out yet another way to escape my good doggie karma will bring her back to me.