D's headache

Louie has been incredibly difficult. Perhaps it is because we have been separating Kiya and Louie when we leave for work - Louie is "secured" in the kitchen, while Kiya has the rest of the apartment. Kiya has the sweet end of the deal because she truly is a marvellous, good dog.

This did not quite work out. Last Friday, I was at work when I turned on the webcam and I watched, with increasing apprehension, Louie removing one barrier after another, systematically and determined. Within 30 minutes, with a bit of whining and pacing but always with a goal - I watched him break free with a triumphant leap over the wooden fence -- to pee on my bed. Oh.. the things I wanted do with his neck.























[Two full cups of detergent, hot laundry washing, vinegar, sun drying, and some perspective from S, I could look at Louie calmly again]

I secured him in the kitchen on Saturday night, making sure it was foolproof as we were off to watch Angela Gheorghiu (!) at the Esplanade. [What a concert! She was jaw-droppingly amazingl and we had great box seats such that I could even watch the cellists' techniques, e.g. drop their arms to switch strings].






I wouldn't want to feel gutted watching Gheorghiu while being tormented wondering whether Lou had broken through and peed on our bed again. Anyway, I had nothing to worry about. A wonderful concert, great dinner at Overeasy, and two obedient dogs waiting for us back home. I got complacent.

On Monday, S set up the kitchen barrier as I did on Saturday evening, but by 9+am I saw to my horror, that Louie could not be found in the kitchen. He could not be hiding by the foot of the fridge for such a long time, and I knew he must have escaped again. I got home only to find he had managed to wedge his annoyingly skinny body through the chairs, (somehow) pushed the glass door open, and got through to Freedom again - and peed on our bed. That was the third time.. it was difficult not to feel absolutely exasperated and incredibly furious.



S found Louie amazing and joked about getting him on TV as a Houndini dog. I was not amused. We finally devised a fortress and put it to the test on Tuesday. Louie tried, but could not get through. We had won. For now.

This is what I want to see everytime I turn on the webcam. Maybe if I imagine it hard enough, it will come true, everyday.