Houdini dog

When we got flooded out of our home in 2005 we moved from 5 acres on the outskirts of Okotoks to 33 acres in Aldersyde. On this 33 acres was also a trailer manufacturing place next door that had about 2 acres that we shared a chain link fence with, the rest of the fence around the yard was 3 strands of barbed wire. Great for keeping cows and horses out of the yard, not so much for dogs. Being the nut that I am about my dogs, this was not an acceptable situation, so I made arrangements with the landlord to give the caragana (spelling?) a hair cut as they grew up through the existing fence and to slap some page wire on the posts. Perfect. No muss, no fuss. Not so fast Chickie. The former husband unit decided that instead of renting a hedge trimmer and giving the bushes a hair cut, it would be more cost effective to rent a post pounder, buy about 30 posts and a whack of page wire and install that about 3 feet outside the existing fence and of course he did all of that while he was home for the week and I was at work. So a great little runway was created between the new fence and the existing fence. Ok, great for the dogs, not so much for me as there was no access to it to get the lawn tractor in there. Niki and Jazz would chase each other through the bushes and up and down that runway for up to 1/2 hour at a time. There was a wood fence on the side of the yard that we shared with the trailer yard that was about a foot and a half from their chain link fence. The wood fence didn't go all the way to the back, so Jazz (the rottweiller) would get between the two fences and find holes under the chain link to crawl through and escape in to the neighbor's yard. That was oh so handy during the weekend when there wasn't anybody at the yard and she'd be loose for quite a while. If you've ever owned a rotti, you know what I'm talking about when I say they're not the most obedient beasts in the world. Call them? They look at you over their shoulders and pretty much say 'when I get around to it'. For the next 4 years I put blocks of cement, blocks of wood, and pretty much anything I could find in those holes without any long term success. Jazz would contain herself to escaping only on the weekends for a while an then, off she'd be gone again, usually in the morning when I let them out for their morning constitutional and I'd be playing 'chase the puppy' over 33 acres. What a brat!