Houdini wandered into my back yard this am around 9:00
through my open front gate. I was working in the yard, and "poof" there he was! I wandered out into the front yard looking for his owner..It was a him because he had already
lifted his leg on a few pots.
I did not see an owner anywhere,
but then he promptly took off at a gallop
out and down toward the main 4 lane!
I hurried after him and shooed him back into
the neighborhood and he disappeared.
A few minutes later I see my neighbor across the street
tossing him fast and hard out his front door and yelling stay out!
Seems Houdini had crawled through his side gate
and then into his dog door and into his house.
I gulped a big gulp, knowing I would regret it and called him
over and then put him into my back yard for safe keeping. He weighs about 1 lb and is uber friendly, though a little stinky.
I went inside to get a camera planning to make posters to put up around the neighborhood, figuring his owner may be at work and not know that he is loose.
This is the best shot I could manage because you see Houdini is IN LOVE with me. Love at first sight. He will not leave my side, and begs to be picked up and carried and if I sit down he is not just in my lap, but on my shoulder where he balances while licking my ear. The odor that emanates is quite unpleasant
and since I have to love on him,
I have changed four times since 10am.
I put up a kagillion posters, and then continued to work
in the yard with only one problem.
Houdini kept disappearing, only for me to find him
inside the garage or the house.
Seems he quickly discovered he could crawl under the gate to the dog run, maneuver through 2 dog doors and come inside to play with Justice and Howie! Who oddly enough, though interested in him, were not that put out by his presence in the house.
Normally this would have caused mass hysteria, including poop flying out the back of Howie's ass in distress. His usual reaction.
I won't bore you with what transpired the next four hours except to say it took 8 huge packing boxes, five 33 gallon trash bags and 15 very heavy concrete edge blocks to keep him out of the dog run....so far....Every time I think I've won, I hear pant pant pant at my feet here at my desk and he's BACK!
I am praying that his Mama will come searching for him and
with one last face lick the little bugger will be on his way. I am fearful that his escape was not an escape after all and that he was shoved out a door in pure exasperation.
NO! I do not want another dog and this is not my style of dog,
and don't leave me nasty notes about all God's creatures.
This is not my kind of dog, although adorable for some,
we all have our personal tastes. I prefer to see my pet's eyes.
I discovered that I cannot drop him off at a no kill shelter because he is not mine and Animal Control will take him to the.... well.....
the kill shelter, so a bed completely sheltered from the elements (and it is not too hot or too cold out this evening) has been made on the porch and he will be moved to the garage for the overnight.
Doggie Mama please show up for Houdini.
Please see the kagillion posters and rescue
He jumps from the chairs to the porch table and peers in my kitchen window. Every half hour I take pity and go out and love on him, which makes the other two dig at the doors in jealousy
and frustration. I let them play outside a bit and then realized I know nothing of this dog's shot record..
pant pant pant guess who's wet stinky body just touched
my ankle! No *&^ WAY!
Ok... so it started raining and I didn't hear it..
the cardboard buckled and
his less than 8 inches from the ground body
scaled over the four foot fortress and he's in.
Yep it's raining...See?
Did I not say a few weeks back I was dying for rain.
Is this some kind of cosmic canine joke?
I told my SIL, I am fearing this creature is
a reincarnated unfriendly relative.
Holy shih tzu!
So I just walked out to check the posters and
they're illegible because of the rain.
Justice is barking at the dog door to the garage,
where Houdini sits whimpering and where he is now
a soaking wet stinky dog.
Houdini, the master of escape, is
in the garage for the night, and my two are unable to go
outside for business so accidents are imminent in this
very long, long, very long night.
Grabbing the towels....
I'm coming you wet little.........