So now that I've apparently won the battle to keep Miss Memphis Belle from burrowing under the fence and going romp-about in the neighborhood, she's now climbing over the dog run fence.
Much as I hated filling holes and shoring up the fence foundation with rocks and dirt, that pales beside the new task--building the fence higher along roughly 30% of the perimeter of the pen.
I'm thinking that it's just going to be easier to give her a key to the front door.
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in