We placed him in the pasture and Big Boy returned to his night patrols - jumping over the perimeter fence and roaming down our road. I heard a neighbor shoot at him once. I installed a higher fence on a portion of the pasture and placed Big Boy back in the pasture, only now tethered by a 30 foot heavy duty cable. Unfortunately, while the cable cured him of roaming, Big Boy developed an affinity for the taste of chicken and brutally massacred a few of the birds he was supposed to be protecting as they came into his radius of reach, becoming the proverbial fox guarding the hen house.
Bad Boy, Big Boy! He was removed from the pasture at that point and positioned as a sentry on the outside of the fence, cabled now to the trampoline. He has effectively done a long-range job of protecting the flock, and we have not lost a single bird to predators (or Big Boy) since. He's treed a raccoon, barked incessantly at passersby and has "somewhat" earned his keep, I guess. He spends most of his time digging enormous holes under the trampoline, and is of much enjoyment to visitors who laugh at his penchant for sitting or lounging on the trampoline.
The other day, after about a year of good time served, Big Boy sat before the parole board, which included me and Tricia, and with a unanimous vote, Big Boy was granted parole, with a probationary period. Tricia led the ex-felon out to the pasture and followed him around as he patrolled the perimeter. He even behaved himself around the chickens! Unfortunately, leopards can't change their spots. In the blink of an eye, Big Boy pounced on a big fat Aracauna hen and if Tricia hadn't been lightning fast, Big boy would have devoured that bird faster than poop goes through a goose. The nervous hen, minus a few feathers, ran off clucking nervously, lucky to be alive.
Big Boy is once again incarcerated, proving that the recidivism rate is high among dogs, too. I like my freedom and I like things to be free-range. I wouldn't want to be tethered or caged and so Big Boy's house arrest due to his repeated parole violations is a constant source of angst for all of us. When it rains, we unclip him and bring him in the garage, where he lays around on the cool concrete, making us step over him and isn't productive at anything except stinking up the place with the pungent scent of "wet dog". Tricia will put Big Boy on a leash and walk him around still, but when not in the closed garage on rainy days, he's on the trampoline, on his cable.
The other day I drove in, opened the garage, and Big Boy darted out of the garage. Did I mention that he doesn't come when called? He's also called Bad Boy from time to time. Well Bad Boy took off down the road. I was on my way to the pasture and had no time to get a posse together to go get the escaped inmate. I went on about my work and by and by noticed Big Boy furtively darting around the neighbors houses. Then, with a guilty look on his face, he came lumbering back home, only being followed.
A neighbor drove slowly behind him on his gleaming Harley Davidson, shiny chrome blinding me in the sun. As I grabbed Big Boy's collar, he pulled the rumbling bike nearby and said, "That your dog?" I answered, "Yeah, he causing you problems?" To which he replied, "Well, he's not hurting us but I could sure do without him lifting his leg and peeing all over our stuff." (I cleaned up my neighbor's language somewhat. This is a family blog.) Ouch. His "stuff" was no doubt the gleaming chrome Harley. Big Boy was marking the Harley as his territory and my neighbor wasn't going to release his claim on the asset to the beast.
Big Boy was returned to the penitentiary with the quickness due to his inability to learn a lesson. I can't help but think of this very appropriate verse from Proverbs:
Proverbs 26:11 New American Standard Bible (NASB)
11 Like a dog that returns to its vomit
Is a fool who repeats his folly.
Is a fool who repeats his folly.
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