Mysterious disappearances and shocks

I forgot to mention two other things on my last post...

We closed on our Mpls house last week, and unlike the closing on this house, it was anything but smooth. We could call the story "the mysterious case of the disappearing closer"; the buyers' title guy called an hour before the closing with a "family emergency". I put the term in quotes because not only did he never identify this emergency, he also was completely out of contact for 2 days. With today's technology - how is that even possible? Anyway, so without the mountains of paperwork to be signed, let alone the check for us, the closing didn't quite happen that day. But it did get done a couple days later, so fortunately we are no longer the owners of two houses. Whew.

And the other thing - some of you have asked how Zach adapted to the new house. The answer is - very well! No major hiccups at all, he seems to love it here, particularly his new room. Koskie, on the hand, is a different case. The first few days he was one nervous dog, following us everywhere, worrying that he was going to get left behind or something. He's kind of a nervous dog anyway, so we weren't very surprised by that. Then he seemed to adjust... until we used the invisible fencing. Sigh.

As I think I mentioned before, we were thrilled to find the house already had IF installed, as it saved us the time and effort to do it ourselves. The previous owners left behind the collar, so we were all set. Except, that typically when IF is installed, little flags are put up around the perimeter of the yard, and someone comes out and does some training with your dog. Well, we took a few shortcuts and just tried to train him ourselves, and then came the inevitable day that he got shocked. Now the poor dog won't go in the backyard. The question "Koskie, want to go outside?", which used to elicit a lot of excitement and Koskie right by the door, now results in Koskie running upstairs and hiding, if he isn't already up there anyway. His favorite hiding spots are in my closet or behind the glider in Zach's room, in case you were wondering.

So, needless to say, now we need to go out and get the flags and train this dog properly, so he no longer thinks the backyard is a terror. The adventures continue!