Invisible...

I love hearing from my neighbors. I do. Really. Just not when the conversation starts with, 'You have two heeler pups, don't you?'

Evidently our outside dogs have been around terrorizing visiting the neighbors. ALL the neighbors within a 2 mile radius. Not good. So very not good! Especially in the shoot, shovel and shut up neighborhood we live in. I think the only reason no one has shot them yet is because they know they are only pups and that they belong to me.

We didn't know that they were doing this. Every time I go out to check on them they are laying on the back steps but that is only a couple of times a day.

I filled my husband in on what our dogs had been up to and he decided that we could install an invisible fence. I mean really he had no other choice he was willing to do. I gave him 3 options.
1. Build a fence around the property.
2. Keep the dogs in the dog run attached to the kennel.
3. Put in invisible fence.

So that is what we have been doing the last couple of days.

We have 3 acres and he wanted to fence in all 3. I bought 2000 feet of wire but I think we will end up having around 500 left over.

We borrowed a friends edging tool to cut the line in the ground. Then Austin went back over with the shovel and I followed on my hands and knees doing the actual burying.

I was so proud of myself the first day. I didn't complain at all even though I obviously got the short end of the stick. I mean for crying out loud it was raining and chilly and there I am on the ground burying this wire. Up, down, up, down over and over again with the stupid dogs getting in my way and keeping track of Mason. I don't know why my husband couldn't keep track of the kid considering he was standing up but anyways. Buddy kept trying to bite at my hair that was blowing around and Red was trying to steal the putty knife I was using. Poor Hyde was just trying to stay away from those 'big' pups. The worst though was when Buddy brought me half of a dead snake. Like a 4 day dead snake. Totally gross and smelling of death. Even though it smelled and lingered I didn't mind because it could have been much worse. How you might ask. Well, it could have been a half dead snake, still writhing around and p*ssed off.

As always I am counting this as a little victory.

Yesterday morning I woke up and couldn't hardly move. My hamstrings and back muscles hurt so bad and after last night my side muscles are hurting. Worse yet my husband has no, I repeat, NO sympathy for me at all.

That was until this morning anyways. (insert diabolical laugh here)

Last night as we are working on the fence my husband running the edger goes for the ditch to cut up through the middle of the grove. I wanted to go along the edge of it in the yard. We fought a little about it and Austin ended up going the way he wanted so I calmly explained to him in my shrew good wife voice that he was on his own and to come get me where our path would meet. Needless to say he didn't get to that point last night and woke up all stiff and sore this morning. Oh, did my little heart soar at his first little grunt getting out of bed.

He actually had the balls to complain. I couldn't believe it. I didn't even complain. Me! The Queen of complaining.

I told him I could sympathize with him but that tonight we are going to put my bra on him with our bowling balls in it and then we would see how he feels tomorrow. He didn't look too thrilled with me but had the good sense to shut up at least.

Finally after 9 years he is showing some sense. All I have to say is that this little invisible fence had better work. I'm afraid if it doesn't it will be me doing the shooting, me doing the shoveling, and me shutting up about the whole thing. Well, at least to Austin anyways.

Can you imagine what he would say if I even suggested shooting his dog. Even though it is his dog that causes the trouble. He just had to pick out the trouble maker.