What a week.

"Do not pass go, do not collect $200"
We had to collect Purdey and Kudra from the pound on friday afternoon. Not only had Purdey escaped and bounded over the road to play with another dog (who didn't want to play) on thursday, both Purdey and Kudra decided to escape on friday morning too, and were picked up and hauled off to the clink, after making their merry way down to Merri Creek park. Twice in two days! I was absolutely mortified.

Their escapes basically stem from the weird and scary man next door, who not only has the audacity to live in the granny flat next door, but must also have been having a good peer over the fence from time to time, causing Kudra to freak out, and Purdey to dig under the fence in order to go through and explore. I also keep finding odd bits and pieces in the garden - we know not from whence they came.

I'm now really paranoid that they'll escape again, and get either maimed or killed of knocked up by a small but persistent dog that wouldn't look out of place being used as a bath mat. As a result, we've been trying to make the yard a more interesting place - more bones, toys, and things to play on/in, as well as early morning walks so that they're too knackered to dig once we've gone to work. We finally found them a play tunnel in one of the pov shops in Northcote central (it would appear today's affluent child has no need to crawl through anything other than a simulacrum of Thomas the Tank Engine - go figure). They got the hang of going through the tunnel as a result of two things - food scattered liberally through the tunnel, and, yes, you guessed it, I had to crawl through it myself. (I also had to sit in the kennel to get purdey to figure it out.)

Fingers crossed it all works.