Fact or Fiction- A Dog Story

Janie, 7thgrade

    Anybody who owns a dog knows how nasty it is to clean up after them. I was tired of having to search the whole backyard for her waste, and so it was my mother’s brilliant idea to use the side yard as her area instead of the back. We put up a fence to keep her from escaping her area. As soon as she got out there, she knocked over the cheap plastic block and rushed into the backyard. We tried again, putting a large box against the other side to keep it from falling down. We put it up again, but knowing that my dog wasn’t an athlete at all, did not watch her. After a few minutes, we heard barking at the back door. WE looked out, and somehow she had gotten through into the back yard.

          My dad built it higher and higher, using more cement blocks to make it hard to jump over. He even heightened the fence, but to no avail.         My dog is fat. And stupid. There’s no doubt about it. On some occasions, she had been known to waddle, and she is scared of water when it is sloshing.

          But she still jumped. Again and again we heard her scrabbling to get over the last part into the backyard, obviously her paradise. It got to where she could jump ‘bout 4 feet 5 inches. My dad put up one more layer, and for a long time that held her. In fact, she had “given up” for so long that we didn’t watch ore worry. Then suddenly we found her in the backyard again. We blamed different people until it was apparent that no one had let her out in the backyard. This time she had burrowed.

          There was a small space between the dirt and the fence, not enough for us to worry when she seemed so intent on jumping. But it was there, and my dog’s stomach was covered with dirt .from squirming under. We layered the bottom with blocks, and that has kept her ever since. From time to time she gets out, and we reinforce it. Once she got out in a total of 4 seconds. That just shows that any dog can be athletic under pressure. Anyway, I hope you can guess: fact or fiction?!