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I have a new foster who is trying to give me heart failure now. He is a 1 year old male, very sweet, and apparently has a bit of separation anxiety. He is an owner give-up due to a foreclosure. The crate I have from the rescue is a drop pin crate, with only 3 pins. So I have been reinforcing the crate's 4th corner with wire ties. It has worked fine for 6 years. So I get Marshall. He was recently neutered, and Gus was a little growly around him. Anyway, I went out to dinner last night, and I put Marshall in the crate. Came home, and my friend said "there is no dog in the crate." So I searched all around the house, no Marshall. Then I looked, and saw that the screen to the front window was ripped out. My heart just sank, I really thought I lost him, and I had no idea how long he had been gone. So I went out and started calling him, my neighbor came up and said that he was in her back yard. Whew, apparently somebody found him wondering around, and knew I fostered dogs, and my neighbor put him in her back yard. Mind you, I just got this dog yesterday.
He is fine as long as I am in the house with him, he was fine overnight. So I shut the windows downstairs, reinforced the corner of the crate more, and went to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy. I was only gone for 10 minutes because they weren't open yet, came back, and there is no dog in the crate, again. Augh. Went outside, and the upstairs screen was torn. So I went out with a leash, and found him about a block away. I called him and he came to me. Good boy. Got back to the house, and now I have to figure out how to go to the pharmacy again when it opened. So I called my friend up, and she came over to sit in front of the house so she could get him if he somehow escaped again, and put more reinforcing on the crate. So my friend came over, I put Marshall in the crate again, and went back to the pharmacy. When I came back, my friend was not in her car in front of my house, went into the house and there were no dogs at all in the house. Walked down the street to see if I could find anybody, and they came walking around the corner a leash short. So I asked my friend what had happened, she said that I was gone for 2 minutes, and he was out of the crate again. Then he was trying to open the window, so my friend decided to come in at that point (good decision). When she went to go into the house, all of them got out. So she grabbed some leashes and went after them. Gus and Eddie (my dogs) came back to her, but not Marshall. She had to corner him to get a leash on him. Augh again.
Get everybody in the house, and I looked at my prescriptions. They got one of them wrong, and I needed it that morning. Called the pharmacy and they told me to bring it back and they would replace it. So I have to leave the house again, what am I gonna do? Called my friend again, and borrowed a crate that is a fold-up crate. She brought it over, and sat in my house one more time. She was still there when I got back. When I went in the house, there was a dog in the crate, but he had pushed the pan out of the crate. I guess he was trying to dig out. So the crate holds him, and I have to figure out how to keep the pan in. In the end, my friend took one of the pins from the crate and went to Home Depot, she got something that would work the same way and it is in the crate. What a morning!
So tomorrow, I will leave him for a while and see if he is still around when I get back. He is a really good boy in general, he is housetrained, he only plays with things that I give him, and he has been good with my dogs. Poor boy has had a rough time. His family took him to the pound, a rescue took him and took him to the vet and had his boy bits cut off, then he came to my house with a dog who growls at him. Gus had stopped growling now, I think it was mostly because Marshall was recently neutered, Gus is an experienced foster brother. I really thinks Marshall wants to go look for his family. He is snoozing on the couch as I type this totally content and looking quite innocent, but I know better.
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