No Crisco Needed

March 23, 2011

Nola can no longer fit through the interior wrought iron fence.  I had envisioned the day when I would go out and find her stuck halfway through.  I thought a can of Crisco slathered over her hips and rear would be required to extricate her.  Fortunately, she is a pretty smart cookie.  She headed out to the back forty, found herself stuck and was smart enough to back up.  She looked longingly at the dogs next door and, resigned to her fate, played with Holmes.  No photo because I had walked out in back without the camera and she made her decision quickly.

There will probably be no puppies escaping to the back-forty for a couple of years, and then they will be Nola’s or Smooch’s or (cover your ears, Susan) Lowri’s kids.


  1. Builder Mama says:

    As you saw on Nick’s blog, his current favorite hiding place is under our bed. As much as he’s growing, I give it a few more weeks until his butt won’t scoot under there anymore! For now, though, he is happy as a clam trolling under there for whatever he can find. Last night it was an old lipgloss…that was fun….

  2. DeAnn says:

    Smooch was soooo suprised when she couldn’t fit throught he fence, she almost looked offended. LOL We were very happy! We could actually let the dogs out in the yard without worrying that the puppy would escape.

  3. Lani says:

    Ah yes – the lessons learned by growing puppies. Rip had a rude awakening when he couldn’t fit through the cat door in the baby gate. Unfortunately he learned this lesson at a run. Of course he’s a boy, so I’m not surprised he learned the lesson the hard way 🙂