The (Escape) Artist
Our bulldog, Wonderbutt, has a dog door that leads to a pen on the side of our house. The pen is a crude production of chicken wire and rebar created by my husband, Cap’n Firepants. This is where Wonderbutt, if he is so inclined, does his “business”. We do not allow him to roam the rest of the yard unsupervised because he is a canine vacuum cleaner, and we are afraid he will either choke or poison himself.
It was a great surprise, then, when Cap’n Firepants arrived home from work last week, and made his way back to the Forbidden Section of the house where Dimples and I were busy doing mostly nothing.
“Did you know Wonderbutt is in the backyard?” the Cap’n inquired.
It took a moment for that to sink in.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I came in the front door, and there was Wonderbutt peering in the back door, barking his head off at me.”
Dimples and I looked at each other, and we all moved quickly to the living room. Sure enough, Wonderbutt was sitting outside the back door, peering forlornly into the house. He did not seem too happy about his self-inflicted freedom.
We went outside in order to solve the mystery. As soon as we opened the back door, Wonderbutt made a beeline into the house.
Moving to inspect the Poop Pen, Dimples and I immediately noticed that the chicken wire had been pushed down to the ground. Great detectives that we are, we surmised that this was how Wonderbutt had escaped. I shoved the chicken wire back up.
Cap’n Firepants rounded the corner, and I explained the Pushed Down Wire Theory. The Cap’n looked doubtful. He pointed to a portion of the pen where it appeared that the wire had been lifted up near the ground.
“He probably went out there.”
I raised an eyebrow. This is my mild way of saying that I disagree with Cap’n Firepants. He just stares back at me when I do this, so it is not very effective.
During this standoff, Wonderbutt decided to pop through the dog door. Without hesitation, he raced over to where the Cap’n and I were standing, shoved the chicken wire down with his paws, and leaped over the pen out into the backyard so he could be with us.
Cap’n Firepants shook his head and went back inside.
For the purposes of this blog, I tried to get Wonderbutt to re-enact his Great Escape without actually encouraging him to break out. I raised the wire again, and stood on the other side, ready to video tape.
Posted on February 27, 2012, in Cap'n Firepants, Dimples, Dogs, Family, Humor, Wonderbutt and tagged Artist, bulldog, Cap'n Firepants, dogs, escape, humor, wonderbutt. Bookmark the permalink. 34 Comments.