Last week I wrote a post about how to save $1500 on vet bills. The entire post consisted of me smugly proclaiming that I wouldn’t be letting our new SPCA adoptee Molly become a victim of inadequate containment. I, the responsible pet owner that I am, would never have to worry about her being hit by a car, or injured in some other unsavoury fashion because I had the foresight to install an underground electric containment fence.
Let the next few paragraphs be headlined: An exhausted blogger eats some humble pie.
Last night I woke up to Molly quietly woofing (which she NEVER does) and pacing back and forth from the front door to my bedside. I could tell from her bark that this wasn’t an I have to pee situation and more of a there’s something outside situation.
While my fiancée snoozed on undisturbed, I stumbled from bed and went to go let her outside. I have personally seen foxes and raccoons in the area and in my sleep fogged mind thought it would be a good idea to let my little hunter outside to scare off the critter. I suppose I figured that whatever animal it was would have enough of a head start to flee to the safety of the woods whilst my canine noisily reminded it to stay out of our yard.
This would have been a good idea if she’d been wearing her electric fence collar, which would’ve stopped her at the property lines.
Instead, when I opened the door she took about two steps before blasting off the front porch at full speed, disappearing around the corner, growling the whole time. With no collar to deliver the warning tone and subsequent static shock, she breached the electric barrier without the slightest hesitation. The whole thing happened so fast I didn’t even get a good look at what she was chasing. That pup can move.
Realizing my mistake and cursing my exhaustion induced forgetfulness, I lumbered back into the house, roused my slumbering fiancée and tugged on my rubber boots. I figured it was time to form a search party. Returning outside I was VERY lucky to find that Molly had run whatever it was to ground underneath the neighbour’s nearby shed and was sitting guard. I called her and she came zooming back to me, her little stump tail wagging furiously. Clearly she was very proud of her ability to keep our yard vermin free. What can I say, she’s got skillz in that area.
My fiancee had barely made it to the front door when I met him with Molly in tow. We went back inside and the three of us collapsed back into our respective beds without another thought.
This morning though, I thought about it. I thought about how lucky I was that Molly didn’t chase the creature off into the woods. I thought about how lucky I was that she didn’t decide to try and dig under the shed and possibly get into a fight with a cornered wild animal. Mostly I thought about how dumb I was to forget to put her electric collar on.
So, moral of the story? Precautions only work if you USE THEM. Car locks only work if you lock them. House alarms only work if you arm them. Smoke detectors only work if you keep the batteries stocked. I spent the money on an electric fence, I should probably make sure it can perform it’s intended purpose. I know I’m not the only one who has forgotten to keep things like these well tuned and activated. I’m just lucky that my forgetfulness didn’t result in a till dawn search party, or a visit to the vet and some stitches.
Have you ever forgotten experienced a situation like that? I want to know!
** I know letting my dog outside to chase something was stupid, like I said, I was tired. It won’t be happening again.