We had to chain him to the barn even though his pen was made of six foot tall linked fence.When Rich, Dad and I made the pen we had lined the bottom of the fence with wood planks
so he couldn’t dig out.
He never even tried.As soon as we put him in the pen and shut the gate he began yelping and running circlesaround the edge of the square pen. He built up speed turning into a small black blur. I beganto almost get dizzy watching him.My stomach twisted with guilt for locking him in. I could feel his terror. But I knew that wasthe only way to keep him safe from Toby.Toby was allowed to roam free. He had already attacked Boots once. I had to protect him.
Boots didn’t have a chance against Toby. Toby would kill him if allowed, ripping his neck out.
Just as Boots built up to maximum speed and I really began to get dizzy, he veered straight upthe fence, running up it like a ladder. When he reached the top he paused, looking out andover.Rich, Dad and I stood like statues, silent in place, looking up at boots perched six feet from theground.In a split second Boots jumped, launching himself with his stubby legs. His short black furrybody froze in the air tense with his head tilted down and his front legs stiff in front of him. Hisrear legs stiff and perpendicular from his body.Time slowed.All that I could move were my eyes following him floating to the ground.He hit the ground and time sped up to normal speed.Without even missing a step, Boots shot towards us, then bolted to the side, circling us.He wanted us to chase him. For him it was always time to play.
“Mom, Rich won’t close the gate to Boots’ pen!”
“Rich, go close the gate.”