I woke to the sound of a frantic dog barking yesterday morning. Greg had just returned from taking Lola and Miles to the dog park. He let Miles off the leash first while he wrangled with the harness he had put on Lola. He heard a bit of a scuffle in the backyard, and assumed it was Miles chasing the squirrels off the deck.
He was right. When he came around the corner, this is what he saw:
Our dog is on the neighbor’s garage roof. No big deal.
Apparently he followed the squirrels up there. How? We can only guess… One thing was for sure — getting down would be much more difficult.
When I got outside, prepared to admonish Greg for allowing Lola to bark so incessantly, this is what I saw:
Greg had crawled up there (using a ladder, obviously) and put a harness on Miles. There was a lot of contemplation going on as to how we could get this 73-pound dog off the roof without injuring him or ourselves in the process.
Finally, we decided to move the ladder to the neighbor’s side of the fence. I went over there (in my pajamas and slippers), where I found my sweet neighbor in her pajamas. Greg was able to carefully lower the dog down and I collected him, only getting slightly clobbered by his gangly limbs.
It was quite an adventure for 8 AM on a Saturday! The question now is whether we’ll find him up there again…