Oakley (aka Weasel) went to his new home. He was kind of fun once we got him mostly house trained. He grew about 1/4 his original size from when we got him. He was funny that he would run through the house and just jump on anyone or any other dog that he spotted. And he would always jump in the bed and curl up against you. He really liked affection and wanted to sit in your lap.
The new home that he went to has cats and they reported that he is terrorizing the cats. We fully expected that it would be something like that old Bugs Bunny cartoon with the little dog that snuck up behind the cat and would yap at it causing it to startle and leap up to the ceiling.
I am going to hell. I took Harley (aka Venus… what a stupid name. Really… the darn dog has a clown face that is Harlequin in every way and yet the intake person at HART names the dog Venus? WTF…. ok… yea I have cracked) out in the back yard. She can go out without a leash now and is doing well. But she decided that she wanted to stick that big head through the fence (even with a cone on!!!).
Well… I was surprised that the chicken killer could shock the dog through such thick fur, but it did. That dog ran backwards all the way to the house and won’t go out in the yard. I am going to hell. I started laughing and was doubled over. I am going to hell, but I will have great abs from laughing. I have cracked.
I went to a cookout today and got home at about 4:30pm. Mike was out in the back yard and the house smelled of dog poop. I got everything unloaded from the truck and went out back. Goofy spotted me and went ballistic. He jumped all over me like a puppy and was exceptionally affectionate. Clifford was equally happy and came over woofing at me.
When Mike got to the back deck he said that he had gone out to the garden and locked Oakley in the crate by the bed downstairs and that he had just gone crazy. He peed and pooped in the crate. So Mike took the little pooper outside and then came in and cleaned out the crate and the footprints through the house.
Mike and I were standing there in the hall talking about the back yard landscape when the little pooper (or should I say “pisser”) squatted and started peeing in the dog bed in the hall. Mike started fussing at the little beast and the thing didn’t even register that he was being fussed at. He just kept on peeing. Mike grabbed him and took him outside and I drug the bed out onto the deck.
The little beastie is only 4 months old. But it is odd for a male to not be house trained or crate trained by this time. The woman that had originally said that she would take him for foster has backed out. So, once again a non-rescue overnight emergency foster situation is now a full on foster situation for a dog that isn’t damaged. He might get adopted quickly but I prefer when we take in dogs that need a bit of work to turn them from uncontrollable to something good. Anyone can foster this little thing. I just prefer the ones that we do better at than most fosters do.
Right near midnight I was laying in bed nursing a cold when Goofy come tearing through the house and jumps on the bed. He starts flopping around like crazy and then jumps up and starts running through the house. I thought it was Oakley and then I smelled it. Even with a severely stopped up nose I could smell skunk.
Turns out Mike was out in the back yard taking Oakley and Venus for a walk when Goofy started stalking a skunk in the upper area of the back yard. He followed it into the bushes where he got sprayed in the face. Apparently that stuff burns and makes him foam at the mouth. He was violently trying to rub his face on the rugs and bed comforter.
Mike took him in the bathroom and washed him off. He calmed down after that. This morning he wouldn’t set foot near that area of the yard.
On Friday Venus started spotting. She had not been spayed because she was so underweight and she had Lyme disease. But as soon as she went into heat she had to get spayed. So she went to the vet Friday morning. She had complications with bleeding so the vet kept her overnight. She came back to our place at around 2pm and has been sleeping all day.
Bull went to his new home today. He turned out to be a decent dog. He is kind of stupid but he had some bright moments also. Mike texted me at about 4pm asking if he could bring home another dog that didn’t kennel well. It turned out to be a border collie named Oakley that is 4 months old.
The little dog is a spastic creature. It can’t sit still and if left for a moment on its own it just starts tearing up anything around. It jumps on everything including people and has no doggy manners.