“Hey Steve! Come outside with me for a second. I have something very important to show you,” Pia declared with urgency.
And the obedient husband dropped what he was doing and proceeded to join her on the backyard deck.
I had no idea what I was about to learn. But we’ve been together for so long that I could tell by the tone of her voice it would not be one of my finer moments.
She took me by the hand and led me across the deck, down its steps, and onto the backyard grass. She then placed one hand on her hip, gestured off in the distance with the other, and asked: “So can you please explain how THAT happened??”
I looked over to where she was pointing and for a brief moment, seriously thought I was in a dream. There was Lucy. Still within our fenced yard, but on the other side of a makeshift garden fence sectioning off one corner of the yard. We all thought was way too high for her to jump.
Impossible, was my first thought. How did she get over there?
You see, different types of fences have gone up to protect a certain corner of the yard. This corner contains flowers and other items that Lucy likes to…ahem…let’s say “adjust.”. And this also happens to be her “bully corner,” from which point she barks ferociously at passers by on the lake.
Sometimes Bear throws in a few barks, too. Just as a show of support. But usually it’s just Lucy.
Anyway, the first fence was ridiculously too small and Lucy jumped it with ease. But Pia, coming from a rich culture of engineers with a long history of building impenetrable walls, was not to be outdone. One day, she silently but efficiently erected this new fence that I thought impossible for Lucy to jump. In fact, I was so sure of it I considered the problem solved.
Even Bear the stunt jumper never went over this one.
But I forgot one key detail. If Lucy decides she wants something badly enough, she finds a way to get it. So here she was, looking back at us from the other side of this fence. She alternated her gaze from one to the other.
Pia began to walk back into the house, adding: “Okay you figure out how to get your girl out of there.”
Once we were alone I asked Lucy, “How did you get in there? How???”
No answer. But she looked proud of herself. And I have to admit, I was proud of her, too. But how am I going to get her out? Well how hard can it be? She must have jumped it once to get over there, so I’ll just invite her to jump back to me.
Oh no. It’s never that simple.
“Come, Lucy,” I beckoned as I patted my chest and the ground. “Come back to me! Jump, good girl. Jump!”
But she didn’t jump. At one point I could see she was considering it. But no thanks. That’s much too high for me. And besides, what fun would it be to jump when you tell me to jump? Leos don’t roll like that.
I tried a few more times, but to no avail. Lucy stared hard into my eyes for a moment. I knew she was trying to tell me something. And then it hit me. She wants to go under, not over, the fence. So I lifted up the soft bottom and she crawled right under. Her big Leo patootie hit the fence hard on the way out, but she didn’t seem to notice.
Crazy Lucy. They haven’t built a fence or wall yet that can hold a Leo who is determined to escape. Fortunately for us, she only likes to escape to that corner of the yard. Remind me not to plant any Rocky Mountain Columbines (the beautiful Colorado state flower) there anytime soon.