As requested in the Frustration thread, I thought I'd share some stories about the Husky my sister Julie and brother in law John used to have. Her name was Harlow and she was the sweetest, most loving thing. She was also spooky smart and a better escape artist than Houdini. Here's a picture of her and the girls when they were much smaller:
Sorry it's not a very good picture of her. She was always in motion and hard to get a good shot of. My sister has better ones, I'll get her to send me one.
Let's see, the story of the fence. Like I said, she was an escape artist and she would often disappear on them which really stressed them out. So John first tried electric fencing. Julie told him to return it, but he wanted to try it. Installed it, put the collar on her and she went over without even flinching. Julie said he'd have to turn it up and he said he had it all the way up. He thought it was broken, so he held it while he went over the line. Got zapped and went down! Then he put up regular, tall, chain link fencing. She leaped right over the top of it. So, he added fencing at the top that angled in. I swear, their backyard looked like a prison yard by this point. Harlow was very interested in what John was doing. Hung out with him the whole time he was adding the extra fencing. Watched him put the last piece up, looked at him, then promptly tunneled underneath. Julie said John looked like he needed a straight jacket. He was out there throwing things and cussing. He then had to buy more fencing and bury it. I think they spent thousands.
During this whole process they were afraid to go anywhere because she wouldn't be home when they came back. John was determined they were going to have a relaxing dinner out, so he locked her dog door (which wasn't enough because she could bust through it), then he tipped a huge table on it's side (this was in a walk out basement, storage area) pushed it up against the dog door, and bungee corded the table to the fencing in the room (which was put up to keep Harlow from eating/destroying random things like photographs, artwork, etc.). They went out to dinner. Came home. She was waiting for them in the driveway.
I used to beg him to put a Harlow-cam on her. These were the least of the things she did.