The Quesada Chronicles

It’s been almost a year since my dog, Max, passed away.  I think about that dog a lot.  But not nearly as much as the roommate he left behind, Murphy.  Since Max has been gone, Murphy went from being a happy-go-lucky ball of fur to being lonely and depressed.  I’m nod Cesar Milan, but I’ve seen this with my own eyes.  So because of that he went from being an outdoor dog to being an indoor dog.  He absolutely hates being alone, so when I have put him in the backyard for whatever reason, he flips out.  He hates the backyard.  And do he has done whatever it takes to not stay back there.  And that includes eating my fence to get out.  More than once I’ve gotten home to find Murphy sitting at the front door waiting for me.  He has no interest in roaming around the neighborhood or causing trouble.  He just doesn’t want to be in the backyard alone.

So this past weekend, I spent the days working on rebuilding the gates that Murphy had torn up.  My Dad, being the jack-of-all-trades type, gave me a hand.  So far it looks pretty good.  We also took some precautions should Murphy decide to make this new fence an appetizer again.  I bought some stuff from Petco called Bitter Apple Spray.  Apparently, it’s supposed to taste so bad that dogs want no part of it.  I sprayed that all over the bottom of the fence.  Sadly, I don’t have much faith in it.  I mean, when your dog likes the way a fence tastes, then he probably will like the taste of anything.

-Dave Q.

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