Weekend Away!

For the past few years my husband and I have not vacationed together. Not because we have a distant relationship, because of our Basenji boy Oli. He has some separation issues and I have some serious issues with my home being redecorated – Basenji Style.
Our last vacation was a ski trip with our 4 children. A wonderful week spent in Keystone Colorado – the snow was awesome, the place was great but the constant calls from home complaining about the dog put a damper on things.
We left my husband’s younger brother Orly and his wife and kids at home to house sit and stay with the dogs. Oli likes him just fine, but after a couple of days he began to realize that HIS humans were not there. Orly tells us that it started just after dinner on the third night. Oli would run to our bedroom, whimper and then run to the window and whimper. This went on for hours … most of the night in fact.
It progressed from whimpering to howling. An ear piercing cry… morning, noon and night. They tried taking him out on walks, people food, having us call so he could hear our voices on the phone. Nothing worked. After 5 days my brother-in-law and his family bailed. They gave the key to the young boy across the street and told him to feed and walk him. Just as we were boarding our return flight I received a call from that young boy’s mother. She sounded as if on the verge of crying. The worst possible scenario flashed in front of my mind’s eye – something terrible had happened to both her son and our dogs – thank goodness it was not that bad, but she repeated that it would be hard for me to restrain myself when I saw what the dog had done to the house. My husband insisted that I not worry, it couldn’t be THAT bad.
We were speechless as we pulled into the driveway. I could see the damage from outside through our picture window which at one time had a window shade and curtains. There was shredded “stuff” everywhere. The large speaker under the TV had a cover on it (I’m talkin’ 1 ft tall by 3 ft long)– we found it on the other side of the house, full of holes. The sofa was pushed out of place, the curtains and shade were completely torn apart, broken glass from a couple of candles that were ON A SHELF, a pair of shoes – in bits and pieces, unidentifiable chewed up plastic-y things everywhere! That was the living room, in the dining room he had made the center piece disappear, none of the chairs were at the table and we couldn’t figure out what was on the table. It continued into the kitchen. Here he must have done a cat walk befitting of a circus act. First on the dining chair (which he pushed over) to the accent table where he carefully crosses over onto a bar stool and somehow onto the window sill. Here, carefully balancing himself he walks along a 4 inch wide window sill and somehow manages a short jump onto the kitchen counter. Once on the counter top he knocked over bottles, chewed my bottle opener from Mexico (a fish shape that I’ve had for over 16 years!), opened the cabinets and took out most of the disposable plates, destroyed the sponge and chewed up the wood blinds over the sink. Later he finished off the disposable plates he took out of the cabinet and one of the bar stool cushions he knocked over (this was the unidentifiable “stuff” in the living room). He pulled the return vent off the door that leads to the laundry room and continued his pillaging there. He knocked over the garbage, chewed the cover on the ironing board, took most of the dirty laundry out of the hamper and pulled the mini blinds from the window. My husband lucked out there – Oli had to have gotten up on the desk to get to the window and surprisingly did not damage anything on my husband’s desk! He did empty out the waste basket full of envelops and junk mail.
We walked in and stood there, speechless and in shock. Oli came out of the laundry room (where we later discovered that he had been sleeping on the clothing from the hamper) – trotted up to my husband, put his head low almost on his shoe and peed. It broke my heart. I vowed not to let him freak out that way again – ever. He is a rescue dog (found wandering in the street) and we don’t know his past so I can only imagine that he must have been alone long enough to hate it but not long enough to become accustom to it.
This weekend we are going away! My husband and I are going away – together! I am leaving Oli at a “hotel” for doggies that has play rooms and a run path and lots of dogs to play with. I took him once before so that he can see, smell and check the place out. The dogs sleep in “rooms” that look like cubicles in an office and so they are not in a kennel like at the veterinarian’s office (Oli doesn’t do well in kennels). They have a schedule full of play time, snack time and nap time and the staff is wonderful! I can’t wait – I’m so excited! I think that he will have a great time and I’m praying that because he will be with a group of dogs, maybe he won’t miss us too much!

Vacations? I think I remember what that is

We have two Basenji dogs, one female (Jezebel) and one male (Oli) and both are complete opposites while being exactly alike! Our biggest dilemma is when we take vacations because while they are Basenji and have very similar character traits, the fact that both are rescues and their lives are unknown to use before they lived with us makes them both very different.
Jezebel’s past is unknown but she had the fortune of being with another rescue group that truly helped her. She has no issues with separation, crating or aggressions at all. Our other dog Oli is another story. He is the complete opposite – has separation issues, can’t be crated and although he is not food aggressive, he does try to be the dominant one at all times.
Oli is great in our home during the day. We rarely see any damage while uncrated and unsupervised. He tends to destroy his own toys and if we leave the laundry room open, there is a chance that he will push over the garbage. All in all, he handles being alone from 10 am until 3 pm pretty well. We see problems when my husband and I leave over night somewhere.
We had my brother in law take care of him during our last vacation – 3 years ago and yes it was the last time WE went on vacation together! Oli likes my brother in law plenty! Give him lots of lovin’ and sits with him and even pays a little bit of attention to his commands so we didn’t see a problem in leaving him with family members. Besides for my brother in law it would be a welcome break for his family because they live with their in laws – one big happy family… So begins the horror story.
Oli was fine the first day but noticed that we did not return that evening or the next morning. Orly (my brother in law) recalls seeing the anxiety building. He would pace back and forth from the door to the kitchen. An evening away at the movies ended in shredded kitchen towels. As the week progressed the damage increase and so did the whimpering and pacing. Thursday came around and Orly bailed on us. He could not take the crying and destruction any longer and opted for coming around to check on the dogs in the morning, afternoon and evening for a feeding.
When I returned to my house it looked like there had been a reenactment of the Tasmanian Devil cartoons in my living room and kitchen. Oli managed to push a dining room chair over to the counter and spent quite a bit of time up there. He shredded our curtains, the speaker covers on the stereo, the knobs on some of the kitchen cabinets, the dust guard on the refrigerator, the plastic flowers in the vase on the dining room table… the list goes on and on. There were items that were no longer identifiable – we still don’t know how much he destroyed, but every now and then when we move a large piece of furniture we find something – mauled.
I resolve to never leave the dog alone again – big mistake, I know. Well we are planning a weekend getaway and I will be leaving him at a doggy hotel for the weekend. I don’t like kenneling at the vet only because I know that he gets very stressed in a kennel. Saturday we have a “play date” scheduled where I will visit with him and he gets to run and play and get to know the other dogs at the hotel and if all goes well – which means that if the administration likes him, then he can stay. I’ve got my fingers crossed, but with Oli – you never know what you’re gonna get!

The Art of Catching a Basenji

Well, as I was saying – he got out on Friday and I employed another Basenji owner’s suggestion of imitating an epileptic seizure. Much to my surprise it worked! There I was desperately rattling the treat can and yelling for him as he was headed straight for a busy street. In a moment of despair I threw myself on the floor - in the middle of the street – one arm flapping, the other banging the treat can on the floor, wildly kicking and making some awful noises. Neighbors started to peek out the windows. Like a fly drawn to something stinky – he bolted towards me almost instantly! I snagged a leg, shoved a treat into his mouth and hissed, “good doggie” as I got up past my neighbors who were telling me that they were about to call the fire department! “Oh look, there’s that crazy woman who slammed into the parked car last week while trying to roller blade with her dog – now she’s having some sort of seizure!” I swear I heard one say!
I have to say that my boy Oli is a smart little booger! He learned that trick and would not fall for it again. We found out later on that afternoon when he escaped again only this time I had three neighborhood kids helping me round him up. I told them about the method I had employed earlier and how well it worked. Now there are four teen age boys and one adult sprawled out on the sidewalks, street and lawns flailing around like fish out of water and Oli running circles around us – just out of reach! He would run straight up to each one of us as if to check to make sure nothing was really wrong and stopped inches away from our arms. Once he figured out that we would reach towards his legs – he was off again running towards the next floundering mass on the road. Finally my husband drove up in the car and he jumped in for a treat and a pleasure ride. So much for that method.
We attempted to temporarily repair the fence with bricks and old metal lattice, just until the handyman comes to see us later that week when Oli escaped again. Now it’s 8:00am – peek of morning rush hour and this time our Basenji girl Jezebel ran off with him on his escape mission. She is a sweetie that never goes very far. She always heads for the same neighbor’s yard where she knows they have a plate of cat food on the stoop and is always an easy catch. My husband and I ran out to fetch them, he grabbed his car keys and the treat can, I opted for a hot dog. Just as I predicted, Jezebel was an easy catch at the neighbor’s house chowin’ down the cat food. My husband scooped her up and put her in the car. I tried to lure Oli with the epileptic seizure routine again but no success so I tore off the end of the hot dog and threw it at him. He sniffed the air and pow! That got his attention! He ran up to me and tried to snatch the hot dog from my hand so I was able to nab him. I gave him a little bit to keep him happy.
Understand that what happened next was completely unplanned and should have been videotaped to share because it was almost as if planned. Let me set the scene up for you - Oli is a big Basenji measuring about 17 inches at the shoulders and about 24 inches long and was not easy to hold on to with one arm (remember the other hand is holding a hot dog). I had him on my hip with his head and front legs in front of me and his back legs behind me and I was wearing my pj’s which consist of a tee shirt and boxer shorts. He was squirming to get the rest of the hotdog and in doing so kicked his back legs into my boxers and then tried to get a footing on the elastic waistband. Physics can only confirm what happened next – shorts go down under the weight of his legs pushing against the waistband for traction. Picture this I’m standing in the middle of the road, my left arm is stretched out holding a hot dog, my right arm is holding the dog, and my shorts are pulled down to my knees. I now have my knees pinned together to try to keep the shorts from dropping any lower and I’m yelling for my husband to hurry and help me. Do you remember what time it was? I do! It was 8:00 am and that is the time that most of my neighbors are stepping out of their front doors for the drive to work. There I stand – in the middle of the road – at 8:00 am – holding a hotdog in one hand, a squirmy dog in another and my pants are down to my knees – waiting for my husband to put come rescue me. He could barely contain his laughter.
For the moment I have two valuable lessons learned, one is that hot dogs are great for getting my Basenji’s attention and second is that a pantless woman in your front yard is better than coffee to wake you up!

Who ME??? Noooooo!

Our Basenji boy Oli has become quite the actor when caught in the attempt at escaping. We had some not-so-considerate gardeners who opted to dismantle our chain link fence in order to fit their riding lawnmower into our yard. This only after I built a small brick wall around our well pump (because we had to repair it twice!) and replacing the double doors (also broken by them) with a single door on our wood fence making it difficult to fit the riding lawnmower through the main entrance of the yard. I am convinced the yard guy was taught to drive by a blind man!
We have done all sorts of home remedies to fix the fence and ended up calling a handyman to come out and finish it correctly. He is a popular guy so we have to wait a couple of weeks for him to make the repairs and in the mean time we stacked some cinder blocks to block any escape routes. Oli knows this and keeps trying to kick, push or dig out the blocks but we are wise to his attempts. He runs around the yard, looking into the house as he circles and when he thinks no one is watching then he runs to the corner to make a break for it. I watch them from just inside the French doors and when I see him run to that corner I open the door and yell, “NO!” many, many times. It’s like he just forgets that not more than two minutes ago I yelled at him.
If a dog could make a face – he would! Each time he hears the door creak open, he bolts away from the fence and stands about 10 feet away with that “look” like he is saying, “Who Me? Noo! I wasn’t just trying to escape! I don’t know what you’re accusing me of!” On another occasion he even ran up to me, sat down and pawed for a treat as if to distract me from what he was trying to do. What a smart boy.
Our Basenji girl Jezebel did get out once after Oli managed to knock one of the bricks down, but she is such a good girl that she always ends up at the neighbor’s house munching on cat food they leave on the stoop.
I wonder what theatrics I’m in for this evening when I get home.

Big Heart – Big Headache!

My husband, being the big hearted kind was on his way to work when he spotted two small dogs roadside just as a garbage truck was headed for them. He instinctively floored the car, cut off the truck and in a heroic leap, scooped up both dogs into the safety of his car. Now what? His first thought was to wander around the neighborhood to see if anyone was looking for them but he was in a hurry to get to work. Luckily both dogs had county rabies tags and we all know that’s a great way to get a hold of the owners. After dropping them off in our yard he called me with the tag numbers. I thought, “Sure, let’s do the right thing and get a hold of the owners. I’m sure there is some child crying for his/her puppies.” I called the county and proceeded to give them the information. My first call was met with, “you are missing a number on the tag. There needs to be 8 not 7, thank you – click”. My second call (now giving the other dog’s tag number which had 8 numbers) went like this, “Yes mam, I have the owner’s records in front of me, let’s conference you in on the contact number on file.” After a long pause the clerk comes back with negative news, the number was either entered in the computer incorrectly or given incorrectly and there went a familiar “click”. I called back and asked for the station that issued the tag – lucky me – it was from the county office itself. There went the idea that I could cross reference a local vet for the owner’s info… think, think, think. I call back asking for suggestions but the county will not give you any information about the owner other than a name and the dog’s name – that’s it!
You have no idea how many people are listed as R Vasquez in Dade County! So I began calling and sending messages via FaceBook – yes I took it there! In the meantime I searched the internet for postings of lost dogs and posted them on Craig’s list – I’m a veteran at this so I made sure I included a sentence that explained that they needed to provide ID to claim the dogs.
5 days went by… no way to reach the owner until it occurred to me that we could try to visit the county office with a letter in a stamped envelope and see if they would mail it to the owner – after they address it with the top secret address. My husband did his spy work and distracted the clerk who was seeking approval for our odd method of contacting the owners and was able to see the address on the screen. Just as the clerk was coming back he tells my husband to go see the gentleman in the corner desk who deals with the lost and found dogs there. This person was great, he was able to find a second phone number and reach the owners! YeAH! The puppies were going home! Now why the clerk that originally tried to conference me in with the owner never tried to find a second number? – IDK. I can tell you that it was probably only one line under the number she tried the first time, but that would have been too much trouble to help me help the dogs and help them by not turning over yet another animal to the shelter. The county did not make it easy for me! Anyway, later that day the owner came by to pick up his dogs and they were very happy little puppies!
During this ordeal our dogs were troopers – Oli the male Basenji was busy marking his territory, Balto my male Rat Terrier was right behind him marking as well and Jezebel the female Basenji was in a mood. She did not like the other females in the house very much, but was able to contain her emotions and only give a disciplinary “nip” when the puppies got close to her. At one point she tried to play with them, but they were just too rambunctious for her. She has mellowed out slightly – by Basenji measures!

Awh, poor baby :)

Taking Jezebel to the vet today. Last night we noticed that she was in pain, not swollen, when ever she was pet on the head. She would not let us look inside of her ear but you could see that it was covered in discharge. Most of the night was spent keeping our other Basenji Oli out of her ear. He wanted to play nurse and lick it clean for her. Funny thing is that she had no problems letting him lick it however we were not allowed to look inside! She seemed more chipper this morning but has not wanted to run on the path this so far. Got an appointment for her this afternoon. Poor baby!

I want a bedpan hat for my birthday!

We had my brother in-law and his wife over the other day for some drinks and a movie. They enjoy the dogs and love the quirky character of my Basenjis. We chatted, sipped some wine and got ready to watch the movie. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed, but chose to ignore, our boy tearing up a mostly consumed roll of toilet paper. There was more in the bathroom and I was kicking back and watching the movie with our guests so I did not run over right away. He was able to swallow a little bit and I figured it would be “eliminated” on our walk after company leaves. No worries. He later decided that he would join the party and see if he could get someone to scratch his tummy like we were doing for our basenji girl Jezebel. She plops on our laps and insists that she be tickled or scratched – she lets you know. So we continue to enjoy the movie and I notice that Oli had positioned himself just above my shoulders on the back of the sofa, directly above my head. Everyone is commenting how are dogs are so very cat like and that most dogs would be happy to be on the floor when all of a sudden – blap! He barfed on my head. I was in shock! My gut reaction was to catch it as I felt the hot stinky fluid spreading over my head – OMG it was gross! I leapt to my feet, hands cupped around my face to keep the liquid from getting in my eyes and screamed at my husband to get me a towel as I ran into the bathroom. I emerged with a very cleanly scrubbed scalp to a room filled with shock, awe and uncontrolled laughter. Oli sat in front of me and barrooed.

Hell Hath No Wrath...

Our foster Jezebel (currently in the process of adopting her) is a sweet, delicate little girl. She is petite and dainty and just a joy to have around. Our boy Oli is just that – a boy. He’s rough and tumble, plays tough but runs to mommy when he is scared.
Jezebel has been very good about setting boundaries with Oli who sometimes insists on playing with her when she is in the mindset to relax.
The other night he learned what “NO” from Jezebel means. He starts off being brash and just pouncing on her. Quietly she moves away and retreats to her kennel. He tries again to initiate play by sitting outside of her kennel and batting her head with his paw. She growls, makes a half turn and tucks her head under her paws. Patiently he waits outside of her cage, now sleepy he stretches out across the entrance. Jezebel decides that she is going for a drink of water and as she gingerly steps over him - you can see one eye open. He gently mock bites her feet, one by one as she moves past him. She walks on… frustrated he stomps over to the sofa where we are relaxing and playfully nibbles our arms to get some play time from us. We comply and in the meantime, Jezebel curls up in the corner on the sofa. Poor Oli who is distracted and playing with us accidentally backs up on her and she goes ballistic! She leaps in the air, lands in “wolf” position, head is low, ears pinned back, hackles on end, growling. Oli falls off the sofa – terrified! He tries to climb back on the sofa keeping his distance but she won’t have it! Once again, she lunges for him, growling and making all sorts of awful noises but now her hackles are down. He manages to get up and sits in between my husband and I, as close to us as possible, muzzling my armpit to get underneath. There he sits protected staring at her from a distance… she looks at him, growls, does a turn and snuggles under a pillow cushion… still mumbling “stupid boy, I said NO”!

Just call me the doorman...

Another day in paradise! The kids are home from school and the dogs have been in and out of the house with no kennel time since the begining of June and they are loving it. I know there will be a transition time when the kids return to school when they must return to their kennels during the day, but for now they are enjoying the freedom and luxury of having a doorman.
I came home today to the usual hustle of home life with the exception of it being "take out night" - the one day a week I take a break from cooking. The pups all greeted me with their usuall spunk as I walk through the house to set the take out meal on the counter and start thier dinner. Oli took his usual seat in the corner and quietly watches and Jezebel usually stands between my legs (this is tolerable until I have to walk)and the Fatboy lays under the dining room table until I call dinner. They watch me toss the mixing paddle into the sink and everyone runs to the kennels for dinner. Now it begins - Oli scratches to go out and Jezebel joins him, I stop what I'm doing and open the door. I return to what I was doing - 5 minutes later Oli scratches the door so I go and open it. He hangs around for a bit and then scratches to go out. I say, "not this time buddy!" so he waits for someone else to walk by and scratches the door - sucker! THey let him out and sure enough 5 minutes later he is scratching the door again. I announce to the kids not to let him do this or he will keep it up all night and then my husband (who's been on the phone with business all evening) walks by and opens the door for Oli! All the long both the Fatboy and Jezebel lay on the patio sunning themselves probably making doggie comments like, "Oli sure is training the doorman well!" or "look he's got them wrapped around his tail". Who knows what they might be thinking but I'm convinced my title will change to "doorman"!

Rain rain go away

The rain is starting to make the doggies a little restless. Fatboy our Rat Terrier is afraid of lightning so he's getting jumpy! Oli and Jezebel also are missing the activity of taking long walks. Oli mostly. He looks like an old coffee pot getting ready to percolate when he hasn't had some running time! You can see him sitting and the hyperness starts to build up. He switches from side to side and starts to pace the floor. Then he sits in front of me as I try to watch some TV. His hind quarters start to twitch, he trembles and then yodels at me... till he can't hold it together any more - he swats me and then headbutts me and paws me. He jumps to the floor and chases his tail, as my husband walks by he swipes his legs and softly bites his ankles. And then all mayhem breaks loose! They start the chase game, across the house to the bedroom where they circle each other about 3 times on the bed - effectvley removing the comforters, pillows and top sheets. Then bolt down the hall to the living room. The sofa, chair, table relay starts - jump over the back of the sofa, jump across to the loveseat, bolt across the padded coffee table to the leather recliner and then it starts all over again. We join in! We can hear them "laughing" and just having a great time! Now it's over, the bed is completley un-done, the sofa pillows are all over the living room floor, took about 20 minutes till they are exhausted and just plop on the doggie beds. wheeeyew! That was tons of fun!

And then there was Jezebel

Pam had called me in the past to do some evaluations with families and to share our Basenji experience with those interested in adopting so getting a call from her on a Friday was not out of the ordinary. This time it was. She was calling me to pick up a rescue that was on her way to her forever home! I was super happy to be a part of this! I called my husband and told him that we were picking up the dog on Saturday and she would be with us for a short time before going to her new home. I was not happy when I told him we had to drive across the state of Florida to get her! I didn’t mind – I kept thinking this dog was going to be waking up in the same home, eating regularly and loving on her very own human – how great can that be! So we got up early and made the drive. He mumbled and grumbled the whole way there until he saw her. What a precious little girl!

Jezebel came from Georgia and was surrendered by another rescue organization. She had been with them for a month or so only and before that was at a vet’s office where she was taken in by a Good Samaritan. I think she was hurt – not clear on the details. She climbed into the kennel in the back and slept on the ride home. She is and continues to be a charming Southern Bell! Sweet as can be and mellow by B standards. The adoption fell through and Pam asked if we could foster her for the time being. Well it had been 6 months before she called to tell me there could be a family for Jezebel. My husband fell back – there’s no way he was going to give her up! He just loves this little girl too much! So we have begun the process of adopting her ourselves.

She is wakes up happy, eats happy, walks on the lead like a lady and is just lovely to have. Our other basenji, Oli is the ruff and tumble sort – a sweetheart also without a cranky bone in his body and they make a great couple!

Remembering Bo

RockyBalboaBo Beauregard. He was our very first Basenji. Bo was with us for 7 years, got him from a college student who was moving out but admitted later that she could not handle the dog. He was a handful! No manners at all and just as aggressive as can be. When we picked him up he was kept locked up in a garage, no yard to run in and tearing up anything he found. Cute as a button but had a bad attitude. We took him home and found out first hand what a Basenji was all about. We had read web pages, books, magazines and all sorts of educational material before deciding on this bread but there is no lesson well learned like a real life experience. And Bo was an excellent teacher!

Our first clash was a wakeup call – literally, I was trying to wake him up to take him out before leaving to work. He was grumpy to say the least! Our next lesson was all about walking – or dragging. Bo had not been taught to walk on a leash properly but to pull a large male on rollerblades – great exercise but Bo had no distinction between rollerblades and just walking. We (unaware of this behavior) took him to South Beach (another lesson learned about Bs when they get freaked out!) and ignored all his bad behavior only rewarding his good acts – came back with a bag full of treats and bloody fingers. Lots of training began after that!

Just problem after problem from food aggression to escaping and when I had reached the point of giving up – I called Basenji Rescue and Transportation. I was ready to give up on him. I talked to someone on the phone for what must have been more than an hour. I was determined to get rid of the dog and this person was determined to make me understand the nature of the dog. I did. It took more than a year, but Bo and I finally had a relationship. This person’s patience in explaining behaviors and helping me understand completely confirmed my true belief in rescuing dogs and not buying from breeders. I accepted that he just did not really like me except when he was feeling under the weather. That’s when he would come snuggle up with me other than that he was the kids’ and my husband’s and I was Ok with it. He grew fond of his family and home (me included).

Our final day with Bo was dark. I came home to find him dead in the yard. I could not speak for a week thinking that something had gone terribly wrong and he could not find me to comfort him. although I was saddend by his death I took comfort in knowing that the puppy we took from a dark, hot garage had live a wonderful life with us for 7 years. I wish it could have been more. I made the decision then to help rescue organizations as well as fostering and with my husband’s encouragement we decided also to help with Basenjis. They are wonderful dogs if you learn from them and have great support. I wanted to be a part of that!

Oli the rescue

It's been over a year since we took Oli in. He came to us by way of another Basenji owner who's wife did not want a male (as they already had a female and did not want more than one). He was dropped off as "found wandering the streets" and I followed protocol and published ads in the local papers in both English and Spanish, on web sites and checked with local animal shelters. This went on for a few months with no owner to come forward. So he made us his family and we are happy he did. Oli is a peculiar B with good sense (for a B) and only a minimum amount of faults. He pulls on his leash and is leash aggressive towards unfamiliar dogs, however his sweet and friendly character out weighs any cons I could ever list. He doesn't like his kennel at all, but will tolerate it for a few minutes at a time and that's ok because he is not very house destructive at all.
He is completely different from our first Basenji, Bo who was your typical cranky, moody escape artist. Oli has escaped a couple of times, but we fixed the fence line and back out the door now and he has not even attempted to leave again! It's like I said, he seems to have sense! When you take in a rescue many times you have no idea what this animal has lived through before they come to your home. Oli never seemed like he had a bad past, but he sure seems like he appreciates his life of leisure now! He is sweet, hyper at times, non digger, non climber and likes other dogs (as long as he is not on a leash). He loves to run and play with other dogs at the dog park which I try to take him to at least 2 times a month.
Now we are in the process of adopting another B - a lovely little girl Jezebel. She has been with us since last October and she is just a darling addition to our family! More updates on her later!