Leave it to a man to think like a dog.
When we arrived home from Norfolk last weekend, there were huge snowbanks in the yard form the holiday snowfall. We pulled in to the driveway and Colby said, "Five bucks says Mo climbs that snow bank out of the yard." Of course, he did nothing about the situation, as usual. The snow bank remained in all its glory just waiting to be discovered for what it was: the stairway to freedom.
The dogs were outside several times without incident. Then, around 11 am I had a feeling, as I usually do when the dogs are about to escape, that I should look outside. Sure enough, there was Mo just getting up and over the fence. There were no practice runs. No footsteps of hesitation. Just one set of paw prints up and over the fence. Damn. I sent Dade on the dog hunt and called Jefferson in the house to prevent his escape. Dade returned with Mo, and Colby returned from the store with a snowbank waiting to be vanquished. The conquered snowbank made a great fort for the boys.
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