He'll see the end when we move! He desperatly wants to play with our neighbor dog Bob. Bob clears the concrete that we keep placing in the hole and he chews the wood that we keep replacing away. (Bob's the muscles out of the group.) Roxy digs and removes the logs that sit on the concreted hole under the fence. She barks commands to the other two the entire time. (She's the brains of the group.) And Dusty being the sweety he is, does the dangerous work. He keeps shoving his head under the fence for size. If he can't fit, Roxy and Bob get back to work.Originally posted by jazzcat
Oh no, poor Dusty. That sounds horrible for him having to suffer with staph infections like that. Poor guy! I hope he is better soon and maybe has seen the end of those nasty infections.
Every evening, we go back out, replace the concrete, put dirt back over that, put heavy logs over that, and nail the boards back on the bottom of the fence. And the three start their escape all over again at 5am sharp.
Then his fur is so long, that I don't know he has an owie until it is to late!





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