Yesterday Maynard decided he did not want to be in his crate, nor did he feel like staying in the house. So, he broke the door open on his crate and took a flying leap through the basement window screen.
I have lost count how many windows this dog has lept through. Mind you - for those that do not know Maynard, he is very sick. He has heart worm and we discovered during an attempt to treat him for the heart worm (have them removed) - he also has a heart condition, that does not allow him to go through heart worm therapy. At times he is very weak and out to lunch, other times - he does what he wants, regardless of who or what is in the way...obviously.
Maynard was adopted when we lived in the ghetto. He belonged to our neighbor and was neglected - not mistreated persay, just ignored. He was frightening, such a big dog. He's a Pitbull Rott mix - a beast, a gentle giant (most of the time). He came to live with us and did enjoy the inside life - once we got him used to the idea that we do not pee on wall corners...
While in the ghetto, we were forced to tie him to the front porch column. Maynard hates motorcycles and he would bark furiously at them and lunge at them as they drove by. One day he pulled the porch column out from the porch! He broke several windows snarling at those darn bikes.
When we moved out to the county, he often jumped out of those windows - busting screens all the time. One day, in a fit - Maynard ran into a tree; he did that occasionally. He would get all worked up barking and leaping around, and then - SMACK, he'd bump right into trees, whatever was in the way. This particular day, the tree he rammed lodged a piece of bark in his eye. It did not puncture it, it simply lay sideways on the eye, so that it covered the eye like a contact. From our point of view, it looked like the eye had exploded and were afraid it had, as our cat Sabastian's eye had done (you'll hear about the Great Beandeenie, aka, Sabastian, later). The vet (whom is our very favorite vet in the whole wide world) removed the bark easily and there was his eye - intact, but scratched. On went the Elizabethan Collar - ha ha ha - Maynard the Satellite dish. Did that dish stop him from jumping out the window? No, he jumped out the downstairs window - collar and all.
Another day he jumped out the upstairs window, which luckily had a roof just below it that served as the roof over the porch. I came home to find Maynard and Mia hanging out on the roof, surrounded by pieces of screen.
You gotta love 'em ... right!?