Dogs are Idiots

MrDartt really wants to get rid of our dogs. And when I say, "get rid of," I mean eliminate. Send them to doggie heaven.
Here's the latest: that last windy, rainy storm, which blew our fence over, also caused some of the dirt on our hill to slide down, leaving space enough between the bottom of the fence and the dirt that the dogs can slide through and escape.
Not only do they run off, but they run faster when we call them. They're gone for hours. And when they come back, they're both limping and often bleeding. Louie, for instance, has a huge bloody bite mark on his front right leg. He has a bite mark on his left ear. And he has no use of his left back leg right now because he has a torn ACL. Just minimal use of the right back leg, because the torn ACL on that one healed just recently. And Lola is limping too, favoring her right front leg and her right back leg. But every time they go outside, the make for the hole in the fence.
MrDartt, bless his heart, keeps trying to fix the hole. He keeps putting rocks there, thinking the dogs won't move them. Notice how I said, "keeps"? Yeah, doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results.
Anyway, the worst thing about all of this is that Lola likes to bring back deer legs. Intact. Real deer legs. She hordes them under a bush on the hill. Right now there are two deer legs on the lawn.
Check out the picture.