I love dogs.
I know, this is no surprise to anyone who knows me! I think dogs are just about the most wonderful things God made. I love how cute they are when they nap on the couch. I love how they joyfully dance around the kitchen on pancake mornings. I love how they run out to greet me when I come home. I love how a treat will entice them to do anything.
Except, maybe, a tiny bit less love for them when they turn into a pack of wild monsters every single day the mail man comes by.
That poor guy. When we first got Emma, he would come inside our fence to deliver packages. He would pet her and we would chit chat. Then we got a second dog. Little less chit chat. When the third dog joined our gang, our mail man started throwing our packages into the yard and letting the pieces fall as they will.
After much thought and quit a bit of worry over Fed Ex guys getting nipped at, we changed the way our fence wraps around our house. Instead of the race track circle the girls used to run around and around our house, now it is a decided C shape, with the newly built fence (and gates) completely cutting off their access to the front door and the side door. They can chase each other halfway around and no further.
It was kind of funny the first time they came racing up to the newly built gate. Their eyes puzzled, their noses sniffed it and sorted and couldn't find an answer to how to get through it, so they gave up and went back the way they came.
But even better was how much our mail man appreciates the dog safe zone!