Escape Artist Still

CJ's been getting through the electric fence again. Literally he strolls across the line into the park and he's free. Jen's chased him numerous times now as he frolics from one blade of grass to another.

We've even tested the blame thing on ourselves, though not directly against the skin.

But close enough to mimic dogs fur right?

Ouch!

Now Gretchen's doing it too. Why not? He makes it look so easy. She just follows.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I shaved his neck ear to ear.

The fur was so thick, the razor repeatedly got stuck.

All done and looking like a freak show we sent him outside for a test.

Trot, trot, trot he went right across the line.

I called him back and he trotted right back across, so I took him back across to see/hear if the collar was even working.

Beep, beep, beep the collar went off. I looked down and saw the probes were touching his blue skin through the shaved mat. No reaction on his part. I yelled "Back!", the trainging command to get them to come back, and he turned around.

Hmmm.

I took the collar back to the shop and had it checked. Somehow it lost its setting and was one notch weaker then where it was set back in December when this first started happening.

Back home I tried to get him to go across the line for a test, but he wasn't buying it.

I'll shave him some more - 13 years of fuzz - he needs it, and wait and see.

- b