Thank you RDA.
Oct. 15th, 2005 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kickahaThis afternoon I noticed a dog in our back yard, rooting around. I headed out to shoo him off, but he just came up and started snuffling my leg, and licked my hand when I bent to check his collar. He lives just a few blocks away, so I call the number. No answer.
I get on teh intraweb, and look up his owner's property on the Wake County Assessor site, then grab the owner's names of the properties to either side, look them up, and call. No answers.
I finally decide that maybe I can find someone by knocking on doors, so I make a quick lead out of some thin nylon rope, and head on over. No answer at the door. No answer at *anyone's* doors. Hmm. There's no place to tie the dog up in the front yard other than their porch, and I didn't want him to try and go over the edge and strangle himself, so no go there.
I wait for a bit, and sure enough, a neighbor pulls in a bit down the street. I head down and introduce myself, and ask if he knows what the Fishers would like done with their dog, etc, etc. He graciously gives me a hand, and since he actually knows them, he has no problem heading into the back yard to see what we can do, since he says they're gone to the beach for the weekend.
Where he find the back door open, and the alarm off. Hmm.
He walks in, and finds a note to the dogsitter with emergency numbers. Huzzah! No answers.
At this point we're kind of stumped, and he's advocating just letting the dog go in the back yard, because they have an invisible fence. Only one problem - it didn't work last time, so a quick check confirms that the collar battery is dead. Proprietary battery style, don't know where they keep the spares. Blast.
I mention that we could put the dog in the garage, and he concurs. Hopefully it will only be until they can call him back, after all. A quick check around makes sure there isn't anything on the floor toxic, etc.
Great, so now all we have to do is keep the dog in the garage while the door closes, because if he runs out and breaks the electric eye, no go. Crud.
Enter Macgyver moment: grab lawn mower, wedge against front wall of garage, next to door. Loop line around axle, pull towards door, pulleys dog back away from door. Run last bit of line through bracket of sensor so it can't be pulled up over the beam. Close door, let go of line right before door closes. Voila. Dog pulls line through almost immediately, and has run of garage.
"You must be an engineer." "Nope, just watched a lot of Macgyver as a kid."
Here's hoping they contact the neighbor before the dog chews the bumper of their BMW...
I get on teh intraweb, and look up his owner's property on the Wake County Assessor site, then grab the owner's names of the properties to either side, look them up, and call. No answers.
I finally decide that maybe I can find someone by knocking on doors, so I make a quick lead out of some thin nylon rope, and head on over. No answer at the door. No answer at *anyone's* doors. Hmm. There's no place to tie the dog up in the front yard other than their porch, and I didn't want him to try and go over the edge and strangle himself, so no go there.
I wait for a bit, and sure enough, a neighbor pulls in a bit down the street. I head down and introduce myself, and ask if he knows what the Fishers would like done with their dog, etc, etc. He graciously gives me a hand, and since he actually knows them, he has no problem heading into the back yard to see what we can do, since he says they're gone to the beach for the weekend.
Where he find the back door open, and the alarm off. Hmm.
He walks in, and finds a note to the dogsitter with emergency numbers. Huzzah! No answers.
At this point we're kind of stumped, and he's advocating just letting the dog go in the back yard, because they have an invisible fence. Only one problem - it didn't work last time, so a quick check confirms that the collar battery is dead. Proprietary battery style, don't know where they keep the spares. Blast.
I mention that we could put the dog in the garage, and he concurs. Hopefully it will only be until they can call him back, after all. A quick check around makes sure there isn't anything on the floor toxic, etc.
Great, so now all we have to do is keep the dog in the garage while the door closes, because if he runs out and breaks the electric eye, no go. Crud.
Enter Macgyver moment: grab lawn mower, wedge against front wall of garage, next to door. Loop line around axle, pull towards door, pulleys dog back away from door. Run last bit of line through bracket of sensor so it can't be pulled up over the beam. Close door, let go of line right before door closes. Voila. Dog pulls line through almost immediately, and has run of garage.
"You must be an engineer." "Nope, just watched a lot of Macgyver as a kid."
Here's hoping they contact the neighbor before the dog chews the bumper of their BMW...