Yesterday morning, she opened the gate somehow. She and Banjo ran pell-mell through the neighborhood, weaving in and out and around things, checking in with each other periodically. S tracked them to a neighbor’s yard, where Banjo commenced fence-fighting with a couple of confused dogs. He was walking them back, one collar in each hand, when I came driving up to help. He threw them in the vehicle and we drove home.
Construction on our block wall extension started last week but S has accelerated the pace. He’s built out 2×4 framing to which he’s attaching two-foot high sections of corrugated steel, a rustic Tucson look. We purchased the steel at a local salvage yard, Gerson’s, which is full of wondrous things.
It is my hope that once complete, the wall will fully contain that little bitch.