The Daughter's bad bad etc dawgs.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Along with the zillion cats, my daughter’s family has two dogs. Both were strays.

The little one was rescued from running around the playground at the graddaughters’ school. She is a short-haired terrier type, short legs, too. Since nobody claimed her, the Daughter had her fixed and chipped. Her name is Bailey.

She’s wily, she’s cunning, and her saving grace is that she’s cute. I sometimes call her Houdini, because no collar, no harness, no restraint of any kind can hold her. My son-in-law even bought a “guaranteed” inescapable harness-type vest. I watched her get out of it! She backed up to a bush so the branches ran underneath the vest, and wriggled until she was free and the vest was inside out.

She also climbs trees.

The Son-in-law mentioned he had wanted a “big dog.” Well, God was listening, because the Son-in-law opened up the front door one morning, and a friendly, happy Malamute ran up to him and said, “Hi! I want to live here!” Again, searches turned up nobody looking for him, so they had him fixed and chipped. His name is Ciroc. (The kids have a tendency to name pets after booze.)

Now, I’m not a dog person. Gimme a cat, I’m happy.

However, I’m the one who buys their dog food (He eats one kind, she eats another, and they both get kibble.) I buy dog treats, too. I also fix their evening meals.

But I don’t like dogs, you see.

Day before yesterday, we had a hellacious windstorm at night. Gusts up to 70 mph! And of course, the back gate blew open. You guessed it, the dogs escaped. Both Mr VOW and the Son-in-law drove around the neighborhood, looking for the brats. We’ve got a couple of busy streets nearby, and that is always worrisome.

Ciroc is a homebody. He PICKED this family, and he may get loose occasionally, but then he runs home. Bailey is a little tramp. She gets loose, she makes friends with other dogs running around, and she wants to hang out in gutters and eat trash. A wanton hussy, even though she’s fixed!

The day before this jailbreak, Mr VOW and I had gone to Sam’s Club, and among our various purchases was over $100 of dog food! Of course!

Yesterday, EVERYBODY was moping around, even ME! I missed the dogs!

But I hate dogs.

The call came about an hour ago. They were at a shelter, so Mr VOW and the Daughter picked up the wayward brats. I fixed them each a plate of food.

And now they are sleeping off their adventure.
~VOW

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Glad to hear the pack is reunited and safe.

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We had a Dalmatian escape artiste, and, alas, that was her downfall. One day she managed to get out of her harness, over the fence, and we never saw her again. This was in FL where our property backed up to wetlands - she may well have become a gator snack. :frowning:

And my sister chooses booze names also - her two cockers were Chivas and Bacardi. Then again, she was a bartender, so maybe it was an occupational hazard.

Glad your escapees are home! All of our critters are chipped, because you never know…

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Nice!
~VOW really does like dogs. Especially the grand-dogs.
So glad they are home.
(Have you bought their Christmas gifts yet?)

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I got out of the habit of buying Christmas gifts for animals a while ago. I buy them food, and I feed them regularly, especially when scolded.

Bailey inhaled her food, licked the dish clean, and went into her kennel where she immediately became comatose. Ciroc ignored his food and is content to curl up on the concrete for now. He is not interested in coming into the house. He may be atoning for unknown debauchery, I don’t know.

And my cat is extremely pissed at me, and is making a point of deliberately ignoring me. Sigh.
~VOW

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From a friend we bought a Dobergirl, runt of her litter. We later bred her to a huge guy who jumped suburban fences. We blockaded the resultant litter and sold all but the wily one who wormed her way through the barricade. Yes, the smart one, and we bred her later on. Call it evolution in action. Who needs dumb dogs?

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I just can’t get it, why do people keep saying that they’re hating dogs and at the same time giving them all their love? Or am I naive and this is just something ironic or metaphorical?

Anyway, haven’t you considered bringing dogs into a house while it’s storming outside? You may use a dog crate to keep them from running around the house. At list for the small one. Is she able to squeeze out of the crate? Now I’m intrigued by this thought…

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They have kennels inside the house. They spend too much time inside, and we try to encourage outside time. At the time the big gust hit, they had just eaten and were outside for their evening constitutional. The jailbreak was a crime of opportunity.

They are currently acting contrite, but I know it’s all for show.
~VOW

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Bailey flew the coop tonight. Mr VOW and the Son-in-law have combed the neighborhood looking for her sorry ass.

I bet she made a hot date with one of the bums she met up with the last time they got out. She’s just a sorry little tramp. A nice home with decent food apparently doesn’t hold a candle to running with gutter trash and eating garbage.

Since no collar or harness will hold her, I guess we’ll have to bolt her feet to the concrete.
~VOW

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Because you can only be a cat person or a dog person. You can’t be something in between. That’s against nature.

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We had an escape artist. His escapades included things like trying to play with the bull at the farm across the pond, and getting shot at for his trouble. He then went right up to the farmer and begged shamelessly for pets. He met half the neighborhood, but I worried. We finally got it stopped by putting a wireless fence system around the perimeter, attached to the existing 6 ft cedar fence. I hated that he got shocked, but he wasn’t getting shot at or dodging cars.
I hope she gets home safe.

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My son and DIL’s three dogs got loose when I was dogsitting and the wind blew the gate open. I panicked and ran to the front door, where one dog was lying. Apparently, the front yard was enough of an adventure for her. The other two were at a house up the street, eating another dog’s kibble. They came running as if delighted I’d dropped in. Everybody got treats, two for coming home, and one for never leaving. (She got double treats.)

I sure hope Bailey comes back safe and sound.

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Update:

The little floozy still isn’t home. We had a questionable transaction on our checking account, and I figured she had swiped Grandpa’s debit card and taken a gutter trash friend to San Francisco to carouse.

The transaction turned out to be legit, and Grandpa’s card is safely in his wallet. It’s cold and raining now; there’s a series of storms lined up to soak SCal in the next few days. Bailey HATES the rain, and I don’t want to think of her shivering someplace, unprotected.

Bexause I hate dogs.
~VOW

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Oh, no. Poor Bailey.
I hope she’s holed up in a kindly neighbors house.

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If so, she’s told them ALL LIES about us!
~VOW

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Aw. I wonder if Bailey is part dachshund. They’re clever, will eat anything, and can be escape artists. They also HATE the rain.

We had a dachshund when I was a kid who had the serious hots for the scruffiest, scroungiest dog in the neighborhood. She’d get out of our gate and sneak her way under their gate and in through their kitchen doggy door. She was incorrigible.

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Oh no, VOW! I’m so sorry. It’s so scary when they’re gone. I hope you get her back soon.

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Bailey was retrieved last night, a late Christmas present. She’s now wearing a harness that is one step up from a tourniquet.

Ciroc was missing her terribly, he wasn’t even eating! Now he can relax, his wayward sister is home.

The family sleuths surmised that Bailey jumped on top of the trash bin, then hopped over the fence. The trash bin had been placed in front of the gate as a barricade, to keep it from blowing open again. You sure can’t win for losing!

Bad bad BAD doggie! We know now she is part kangaroo.
~VOW