Bud, sweet in the house, cuddled in Jon’s lap offering up his pleading eyes for a belly rub. But a terror in the yard, especially since he started digging under the fence.
It’s new behavior for him starting at the end of spring when he dug a hole under the fence to get a to a turtle that was trying to reach our pond in the back pasture.
Then he dug to get to our Amish neighbors who bought the field across the road from us and were haying. Last week he was out and after the hens. And today he dug under the gate to chase Zip.
We’ve barricaded the places he digs with rocks and chicken wire. We even called in our handyman Dan to help with the problem. He has some good ideas, but needs time to actually do them.
When I saw the hole under the gate I knew Bud was gone.
Usually he comes running when I call, as if he’s horrified that he’s actually out of the dog run. Last time he was patiently waiting for me on the back porch.
Today he wiggled his little body under the door of the barn and ran right to Jon who held open the door to the house.
Inside the barn, Zip was high on the wooden ladder attached to the wall that leads to the hayloft. Zip looked around cautiously not wanting to come down.
I don’t know what happened between Bud and Zip in the barn. But Bud did come running when I called him, so maybe he was glad to have an excuse to get away from Zip.
I don’t have any doubt that Zip can take care of himself.
They have been getting to know each other through the fence, but never got this close before.
I did climb the ladder and bring Zip down by the scruff of his neck. Then I gave him a few treats to let him know all was well. And the barn belonged to him again.
We’re working on Bud-proofing the fences and gates, until we do Bud will be spending less time in the yard and more time in front of the wood stoves and on Jon’s lap.
Zip on the top rung of the hayloft ladder keeping and eye out for Bud