Well, we survived the Apocalypse of July. Buddy spent the evening in his hunker bunker, Josephine managed to squeeze under our bed (amazing!) then poked her nose out and said, “Come on in, Blondie Bear, it’s better under here.” Blondie (4 times Josie’s size) just looked at her with exasperation and poked my elbow with her nose. Her signal that she desperately needs scritchies. Callie Roo curled up in a ball on a snuggle bed and trembled.
Little has changed in the past week.
Rocky is doing better at leash walking, he is now consistently able to walk a full circumnavigation of the play yard without needing serious coaxing. He does tend to watch my hands and the treat bag all the time. But that’s okay.
Rocky is still keeping his kennel clean, preferring to poop in the yard. He will be transferring to another Steele Away Home foster for formal housebreaking early in June; once her foster dog has gone out on the rescue run.
Blaze has lead the charge in munching down my berry bushes. I grow blueberries, blackberries, Boysenberries, black raspberries, and red raspberries. These grow in a berry patch in the play yard and have gone mostly unmolested by the dogs until now. Blaze decided that the ripe red raspberries were a refreshing snack, then he started on the others, and now is chewing on the unripe blueberries. Rocky and Sable are following his example. This is rather distressing since they are eating the bushes as well as the berries. These doggoes seem to think they’re GOATS!
We had a pop-up thunderstorm roll in this morning as we were getting our day started. It gave advance notice in the form of continuous, distant thunder so I dashed out to feed The Brown Dog Gang and let them run in the yard to relieve themselves before it arrived. Lennon and Blondie went with me to help. The rain started just as we were finishing up and getting them back into their kennels.
Blondie trotted up toward the house with her ears down on the sides of her head (her Yoda face) muttering, “It’s raining, it’s raining, I don’t like the rain. I need to be inside.”
While Marie fixed breakfast, Buddy Beagle cowered in his bunker. He still barked at the thunder — until we had a close lightning strike with it’s BIG boomer that rattled the house and the power blinked. Then Buddy admitted defeat and was quiet: curled up in the back of his crate until the storm passed.
Josie hid too. In her own way. She tried to wiggle in behind the chair, but it had been pushed back to make more room for crates. She often goes and hides under my desk, but this morning she preferred to be where the Peoples were, so she made do with this corner.
When our current gang of foster dogs arrived, the nights were not silent. Definitely not silent! Rocky and Blaze were vocal day and night. They barked at anything they could see or hear moving around, they barked at other dogs on the mountain, even quite distant dogs, who were barking at something or just being conversational.
Their first few nights here were exhausting for I had to keep going outside to sit near their kennel to convince them to not bark — and awake our neighbors. Thank God it was spring, and warm enough I didn’t freeze out there!
After a few nights they caught on and were far less vocal at night. And that trend has only improved since.
Blaze and Rocky are bonded siblings: two of 6 puppies that were surrendered with their mother to Animal Control. The others were all taken away as they were adopted, leaving just these two, clinging to each other for moral support in a scary environment.
When I pulled them from Newport Animal Control, Blaze (the bigger one) tended to cower behind his brother, who would bark fiercely at anyone who stopped at their kennel door. They were so unruly they had to be carried out to my truck because they would NOT walk on a leash.
Since coming to Piney Mountain Foster they have remained quite close, but not so fearful. They’d still sleep in a pile, and they love to play together in our big yard. But Rocky has been nowhere near as protective, and Blaze has started to develop a will of his own.
For example, The wind brought down a good sized Y shaped stick from one of the trees. Blaze found it and declared it his most favorite thing in the world. He’d run around waving it, and lie in the grass gently chewing on it. Rocky came over and grabbed hold of it, intending to take it away. Blaze was having none of that! They growled at each other threateningly and had a tug-of-war. Blaze is a quiet fellow, Rocky tends to yap. So Blaze waited until Rocky yapped at his brother to demand the stick and Blaze jerked it from Rocky’s mouth and ran off with it. I’m sure he was laughing! He’s quiet, but he’s not dumb.
Sable was a wild child: she’d had NO training but does get along with other dogs and likes people. In fact she craves attention from people. She just didn’t know how to relate to us properly. That’s why she’s here.
Last updated: Sept 12, 2019
- Arrival date: April 29, 2019
- Breed: Feist-hound mix
- Sex: Female
Puppy, Young Adult, Mature, Senior
- Weight: @ 35 Pounds
- Spayed: Yes
- General Health: Excellent,
Good, Fair, Poor
- Temperament: Affectionate, playful, and feisty
- Gets Along with Dogs: Yes
- Gets Along with People: Yes
- Housebroken/Crate Trained: No
- Departure date: Sept. 12th –> S.A.V.E.
Sable came here from another foster situation where she was sharing a kennel with at least two other dogs. They were well cared for, but needed training. Before that, it is my understanding, that she was abandoned with her siblings as puppies.
Detailed update notes on our foster dogs are posted regularly. For a listing of updates that include Sable [click here]. A summation of her progress is included below.