You may recall this tweet from yesterday making comment about the challenges of owning a dog on heat while living in a town where all the other dogs roam free. If only I knew then what I know now ... 1/
https://twitter.com/Zoe_Curtis_/status/1432183938542301185
To recap: our dog is on heat which has brought on a cavalcade of dogs pissing on our gate, attempting to dig under our fence and prancing back and forth along our perimeter. It's been a vibe. 2/
There's one particular culprit who lives a few doors down, let's call him Finn, who has been the main offender. Finn is a sausage dog. A randy sausage dog. And he's set his sights on our Billie, the goodest groodle on the whole 90 Mile Beach. 3/ 
Yesterday morning my husband took Billie, who is a lady now, for a 5km walk around town and along the beach. Finn followed every step of the way. Husband even tried to escape him by jumping down a sand cliff. Didn't work. Finn followed. 4/
Yesterday afternoon I worked from home in our front room and watched as Finn pranced back and forth along our front fence for ... 5/
... FOUR HOURS. It was exhausting. But not for Finn, not once did he give up. Meanwhile, we've restricted Billie's front yard access to try and create an airlock between her and the passing parade of pooches. It ain't working. Exhibit A: Finn. 6/
So today, after being distracted for a while thanks to daily grind of lockdown and the joys of parenting two young children while also working from home (ain't *that* a vibe), husband takes a glance in the front yard and sees this ... 7/
It's Finn. He's stuck. Big time. 8/
Our Romeo has attempted to dig through the tiny hole at the corner of the gate but got bamboozled by that big concrete paver and that bugger of a metal frame. Which is now jammed right under the little fella's chin. He's stuck. Ain't going anywhere. 8/
Like totally not going anywhere. 9/
Meanwhile, Miss 6 is on Zoom with her prep classmates in the aforementioned front room so has a bird's eye view of all the action. Unbeknownst to the adults of the household who are frantically trying to free Finn, she is providing a blow-by-blow to teacher and classmates 10/
Simultaneously Mr 4 has decided he's had enough of his Spiderman costume so has stripped it off and is standing at the front door starkers demanding we get him another dress up from the dress up box. Not now mate, not now. 11/
Finn? Yep, he's still stuck. Not surprisingly all the carry on grabs the attention of the tradies next door who jump into action, grab their fancy drill and start unscrewing our gate. Seems over the top but, it's the only way. 12/
Nek minnit, Finn's free! The tradies screw the gate back on. I reassure the prep class and teacher all is OK. Son puts on an alien costume. As for Finn, he took a minute then returned to the fenceline to resume his poochy prance. Billie? Her dignity remains intact. For now. 13/
Update: I was on the loo and heard a tradie next door repeating 'you arsehole, you arsehole'. Obviously I tuned in because everyone loves a bit of over-the-fence tradie anger but it turns out he wasn't blowing his top at a rogue builder. The subject of his anger was ... 14/
... you guessed it ... FINN. He'd pushed a concrete paver that was in his way and squeezed his way under a side gate in our neighbour's property where he was ... TRAPPED AGAIN. Not as badly as yesterday but bloody hell dog, will you never learn?!? 15/
Honestly, it's getting a bit ridic. On our vet's advice we are getting Billie spayed after her 1st cycle and there's not one part of me that wants a litter of groodles x dachshunds. What would they even be? Daschoodles? Is that even physically possible? Knowing Finn,probably! 16/
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