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I definitely can't say this weekend with all the dogs wasn't interesting.
Shortly after my last dog post, I had all the dogs outside. Beezley is on the invisible fence and Doc won't go anywhere beyond five feet of the back deck so the only one needing to be tied up was Willie. The tie out reached partway up the deck so you'd have to grab him by the collar the rest of the way to the door. When I went to bring him in, I had Nora in one arm so I bent down a little and grabbed his collar with the other hand. He seemed to be eagerly heading indoors so when he was just needing to take that last step in the actual door, I let him go. Big mistake. He took half a second to decide he was running off.
I freaked and ran in the house to put Nora down on the floor quickly, then proceeded to run out the front door in the hopes that I could catch him. He was ambling around so I called his name and ran towards him. He took one look at me and ran faster than I imagined a bassett hound could run on those little legs across the street, in front of two cars, and behind the townhouses across from us. Because of Nora, I couldn't go after him. I ran into the house and called the neighbors to help with Nora while I ran after him. While waiting for them, I called John and told him to scrap picking up my Claritin and to just get home.
Let me point out here that Willie's tag has my parents' phone number, but since they weren't home, that would have done us not a whole lot of good. So I was freaking out.
My neighbor got there just then so I handed Nora off to him and took off behind the townhouses where there's a pond, but no sign of Willie. There were even ducks who seemed undisturbed. I started heading around the pond calling his name and then heard barking. Figured I'd follow that, still calling his name. Then heard someone asking if I was looking for a dog. He found a dog to take interest in and had gotten onto the back porch of the folks across the street from us. Phew!
Beyond that, he was generally good. He did have an interest in our sleepers, but even when he was running through the house with one in his mouth, it was hard to yell at him because everything he does is just so unbelievably funny for some reason. Must be those little legs. I don't know. He kept stealing Beezley's bone and it turns out that Beeze is not in the least bit a dominant dog.
Doc was his usual neurotic self and only did one thing out of the ordinary. Someone must have slipped him some doggy viagra because he attempted to violate the neighbor's dog and in the 11 1/2 years that he's been with us, I have never attempt to do that to anyone or anything ever.
Here's how cute they all were with Nora rolling around on the floor together.
Beezley is happy to be the lone dog again. He likes other dogs, but not when they crimp his style or try to curl up with his baby without him.
I freaked and ran in the house to put Nora down on the floor quickly, then proceeded to run out the front door in the hopes that I could catch him. He was ambling around so I called his name and ran towards him. He took one look at me and ran faster than I imagined a bassett hound could run on those little legs across the street, in front of two cars, and behind the townhouses across from us. Because of Nora, I couldn't go after him. I ran into the house and called the neighbors to help with Nora while I ran after him. While waiting for them, I called John and told him to scrap picking up my Claritin and to just get home.
Let me point out here that Willie's tag has my parents' phone number, but since they weren't home, that would have done us not a whole lot of good. So I was freaking out.
My neighbor got there just then so I handed Nora off to him and took off behind the townhouses where there's a pond, but no sign of Willie. There were even ducks who seemed undisturbed. I started heading around the pond calling his name and then heard barking. Figured I'd follow that, still calling his name. Then heard someone asking if I was looking for a dog. He found a dog to take interest in and had gotten onto the back porch of the folks across the street from us. Phew!
Beyond that, he was generally good. He did have an interest in our sleepers, but even when he was running through the house with one in his mouth, it was hard to yell at him because everything he does is just so unbelievably funny for some reason. Must be those little legs. I don't know. He kept stealing Beezley's bone and it turns out that Beeze is not in the least bit a dominant dog.
Doc was his usual neurotic self and only did one thing out of the ordinary. Someone must have slipped him some doggy viagra because he attempted to violate the neighbor's dog and in the 11 1/2 years that he's been with us, I have never attempt to do that to anyone or anything ever.
Here's how cute they all were with Nora rolling around on the floor together.
Beezley is happy to be the lone dog again. He likes other dogs, but not when they crimp his style or try to curl up with his baby without him.
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Date: 2007-09-10 03:11 pm (UTC)From: