You use a toilet tank cover to plug a hole under your fence.
Yes folks, you read that correctly.
Why do I have a toilet tank cover, you might be asking? Well, remember that I have three, four-legged escape artists living in my home.
I’m sure you remember my recent story about my dogs digging under the gate. The plywood seems to have done the trick because I no longer have neighbors knocking on my door to inform me that my dogs are running the Indy 500 down the street.
Today, I was minding my own business inside the house when all of a sudden I heard Molly and Aubie bark. This wasn’t their “I see a squirrel bark.” Just like I always knew when my children’s cries meant they were hurt, i know when my dogs’ barks mean that one of the crew has escaped. That was what the barks meant this afternoon.
I opened the door and, surprisingly, Molly followed Aubie to the door. This NEVER happens. She usually waits for the escapee to return before making her dash through the escape hatch.
Securing the two dogs inside the house, I looked over at the fence to find Pele, my almost 80-pounder, turned on his side squeezing his way back into our yarn…through a hole half his size. One of my former neighbors, who had watched this scene played out many times, compared it to a cow giving birth. Too funny, I tell you.
I couldn’t use plywood again because we have to leave it in the garage in case another hurricane heads our way, which is looking like a distinct possibility. As I stood in the middle of my garage, I tried desperately to use my imagination.
Hmmm…I stood scratching my head…what could I use…
As I walked around, I spied the lid to a toilet tank. Aha! Big, thick…the dogs will never get past it. I carried it outside and showed Rockin’ Rooster. That boy laughed so hard. I imagine he thought I had lost my mind as I stood there explaining my plans while holding that white thing.
The toilet tank cover only filled in part of the hole…can you believe it???? For the other part, we used the top of a George Foreman grill — the round part that you grill on.
Yeah, I know. I’m a dork. But hey, you’ve got to give me some credit. Rednecks might be strange, but we are ingenious!
Oh, and you might be wondering where the rest of toilet is located.
No, it’s not sitting in my front yard. I’m not THAT much of a redneck. The plumber took it back with him when he replaced it (it was cracked). He left the cover “just in case.”
“Just in case” happened today.
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