Follow me on Twitter Digging clearly has its challenges when all eyes are on me. But when nobody is looking, it’s a challenge that I cannot resist. All the other dogs and rabbits in the neighborhood seem to call in unison: “Joey, Joey…Come out to play…Dig here…Now…”
The site I chose was particularly good because there was an evergreen tree in front of it that blocked my owners from seeing what I was up to, as well as a non-biodegradable plank that Jane had placed there to keep me from access to the fence, which I easily pushed aside, it having become dislodged during the winter snows.
Though Jane lay chicken wire in lots of places, she omitted one: at the read of our property, under the chain link fence that my owners had installed around the perimeter of their yard. In fact, they had that fence installed just so I would stay on the property and not run off and endanger myself and others. That fence is pretty big and tall just for that reason. It’s just tall enough that I cannot jump over it.
Digging under it, however, is another story.
One sunny morning I found a very nice place in the back where I could dig a long hole that followed along the fence, and then dip down under it, and gradually squeeze my body under it. In between it and our neighbors’ wooden fence is just enough room, a gap of about six inches, for me to squeeze my thin body through. About 30 feet later I am free.
Bunnies frequently dug their way under this place, so the scent of the bunnies naturally attracted me to it.
The site I chose was particularly good because there was an evergreen tree in front of it that blocked my owners from seeing what I was up to. There was also a non-biodegradable plank that my owner Jane had placed there to keep me from access to the fence, which I easily pushed aside, it having become dislodged during the winter snows.
Here you can see what a good scout I am. The perspective is from the home, where my mom was at the time of my excavation.
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