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Well, if nothing else, Hope has been keeping me busy. She has been wonderful in the house. No waste mistakes, no chewing, no anything, just a couple of little puffs of wind when I gave her some kind edible bone creation that came in an old bag of Purina before I switched to canidae.
It's all going on outside!!!! (said with deep gutteral breath)
I come home Wednesday and Stormy is at gate, tail wagging, no Hope. My breath catches, I call several times and then go into the back yard to look for her. Aaahhhh, there she is, down in the neighbors' yard, chewing on the neighbors' dogs' Christmas hambone. Thank goodness, they are really great neighbors, dog people and they like Stormy and Hope. I am still not sure if she went over or under the fence. I think under(I prefer to believe under). No dig places, but some leaves scratched out of the way in a couple of places.
I retrieve her with neighbors' daughters help, she is a teenager and parents not home.
Well, I can solve this with a trip to the slaughterhouse. Off I go and come back with two, neat, foot and a half cow leg bones. Everyone is sooo happy.
Too much so, Hope kept me up till about 2 am obsessing about her bone being left outside.
Thursday dogs out happily with their bones. I leave and come back in a couple of hours. There is only one bone and Hope doesn't have her brand new $8.99 + tax collar on. One week it lasted her.:sadcry:
Okay, I'm on a collar search mission throughout the yard. Noting a beginning series of brand spanking new holes.
I am not sure exactly what happened, but I think the "one bone" was involved. Hugh fight breaks out real close to me, thanks for not making me run the length of the yard. I had no idea Stormy was in such good shape for a 10/11 yr old dog. My old age sympathy has not been needed!!! I begin screaming "No" as close to their ears as I dare. Of course no one hears me at first. Stormy has ALWAYS heard me, I have stopped her from returning fire on dogs before. SO, I think she started it, and I think she was really ticked over the one bone situation. Hope must have stashed the other bone and then thought she could have the other one to prance around the yard, following me, with it hanging out of her mouth.
I finally got the fight broke up, by grabbing Stormy's tail when she was trying to reach a retreating Hope. This was Hopes' third retreat, but Stormy was the maddest I have ever seen her. I could tell she was hearing me, she just didn't care. She's one tough little old dog. No where near as big as Hope, though she weights the same. Don't get alarmed anyone, this is nowhere near what a doberman fight is like. Hope is totally submissive to Stormy now, where she had been pushing little buttons before. I will just have to do a better job of keeping order, if Hope starts pushing buttons again.
This morning I put Stormys' old collar on Hope and let them outside and I think it took her all of a half an hour to lose it.
It's all going on outside!!!! (said with deep gutteral breath)
I come home Wednesday and Stormy is at gate, tail wagging, no Hope. My breath catches, I call several times and then go into the back yard to look for her. Aaahhhh, there she is, down in the neighbors' yard, chewing on the neighbors' dogs' Christmas hambone. Thank goodness, they are really great neighbors, dog people and they like Stormy and Hope. I am still not sure if she went over or under the fence. I think under(I prefer to believe under). No dig places, but some leaves scratched out of the way in a couple of places.
I retrieve her with neighbors' daughters help, she is a teenager and parents not home.
Well, I can solve this with a trip to the slaughterhouse. Off I go and come back with two, neat, foot and a half cow leg bones. Everyone is sooo happy.
Too much so, Hope kept me up till about 2 am obsessing about her bone being left outside.
Thursday dogs out happily with their bones. I leave and come back in a couple of hours. There is only one bone and Hope doesn't have her brand new $8.99 + tax collar on. One week it lasted her.:sadcry:
Okay, I'm on a collar search mission throughout the yard. Noting a beginning series of brand spanking new holes.
I am not sure exactly what happened, but I think the "one bone" was involved. Hugh fight breaks out real close to me, thanks for not making me run the length of the yard. I had no idea Stormy was in such good shape for a 10/11 yr old dog. My old age sympathy has not been needed!!! I begin screaming "No" as close to their ears as I dare. Of course no one hears me at first. Stormy has ALWAYS heard me, I have stopped her from returning fire on dogs before. SO, I think she started it, and I think she was really ticked over the one bone situation. Hope must have stashed the other bone and then thought she could have the other one to prance around the yard, following me, with it hanging out of her mouth.
I finally got the fight broke up, by grabbing Stormy's tail when she was trying to reach a retreating Hope. This was Hopes' third retreat, but Stormy was the maddest I have ever seen her. I could tell she was hearing me, she just didn't care. She's one tough little old dog. No where near as big as Hope, though she weights the same. Don't get alarmed anyone, this is nowhere near what a doberman fight is like. Hope is totally submissive to Stormy now, where she had been pushing little buttons before. I will just have to do a better job of keeping order, if Hope starts pushing buttons again.
This morning I put Stormys' old collar on Hope and let them outside and I think it took her all of a half an hour to lose it.