I repaired the antenna where the dog had chewed it. I had the kids, the tools and the supplies out in the semi-dark and full dark under the not-so inviting glare of the halogen work lights. Naturally a problem like this couldn’t happen during the long days of summer. Nope, it waits until the early darkness days of fall.
In any case, I fixed it.
I buried as much of the new cable as I could under the mulch so as not to attract the dog.
I used black duct tape to tape what I could to the antenna mast. So he wouldn’t be able to get at it.
Then to discourage the dog from hanging around the antenna, I placed mothballs around its base.
My son worried that the dog might eat them. I told him not to worry, that dogs found the smell repulsive.
As I cleaned up the tools and supplies, I realized that some of the smell of the mothballs had clung to me.
My mind immediately went to the days of my youth and visiting great aunts and uncles and having that pervasive smell of mothballs. How the smell would cling to you forever.
I don’t know if the smell will keep the dog away, but I’m glad the other end of the connection is in the house.
Because I’m certainly not going out anywhere near that smell.