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March 16th, 2006 - Petunia busts out
of her new digs |
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I get home from running errands around 1:30 or so and there's a message
on the answering machine. It's Florence and all it says is, "We need
help, Petunia's out." I call her back and she tells me that Petunia got
out of her pen and was wandering around the pasture and they managed to
get her into one of the horse stalls. I come up with the bright idea
of just putting a leash around her neck, to which I could tell Florence was
rolling her eyes on the other end of the phone and she says, "That's what
EVERYONE says." Florence proceeds to give me a lecture on why this isn't
a good idea, and I tell her that I'll be there in a minute.When I arrive, two men who are doing some work at the house pass me as I'm coming in and they say, "Are you here for Petunia?" I said yes and they said that they're going to lunch and it's going to be a long afternoon. You know those wire fence things that you unfold to put around your garden? I walk up to the stall where Petunia is and there's one of those laying, mangled, up against the barn. They tried to corral Petunia with that and it suffered the wrath of her snout. I look in the stall and see that Petunia is quite pleased with herself. She had dug herself a huge hole in the hay and sand and her face was covered with both. Aubrey shows up a few minutes later with the largest pen/cage that I've ever seen. We put the pen in the stall and Florence corrals her into it. We then lift Petunia, all 200+ pounds of her, into the back of the pick-up truck and drive her over to Petunia's Parlor, with the fence newly reinforced of course. Once out of the truck and back into her pen, Petunia proceeds to immediately lay down to nap. Clearly, again pleased with herself and delighted with her afternoon adventure. |