Yesterday I brought home a new “baby”.
C.S. Lewis aka "Lewis"
He’s a beast, but I love him. Lewis is about 85-90 lbs. and his head comes up to the middle of my torso. He’s also incredibly strong, the way only the biggest dogs can be strong. As an example of this, last night I watched him jump through the window in our kitchen door. It happened too quickly for me to react in any way other than to laugh at the site of him moving so easily through a window that begins at my chest. He just wanted to play with our other dogs. Then today, as I was preparing to leave for Starbucks (free a/c and I can get some work done here) I let him into the backyard so he could play with his friends. He was fine until he saw me on the other side of the front gate getting into the car. Lewis wanted none of that so he climbed the 8.5 foot gate that separates our front and back yards. I want to say that again, slower, so that you can hear the astonishment in my voice. “He climbed… an eight and half foot fence. Eight and half feet. More than one hundred inches. Almost three yards of chain link.” My baby is a monster. Lewis is the sweetest monster I’ve ever met. I’m wondering if I should have named him Aslan after all since, “He is not safe, but he is good.” I’ve never had to break a dog of climbing fences before, so I’m not sure how to do it. I’ll let you all know how it goes.
