Buddy Beagle is a sensitive, caring soul. Gaze into his eyes and you can see that. He is a beagle who has come through a horrible experience of his own. He came here from Cedarwood Animal Hospital for a lengthy recovery and we just let him stay. Now he takes on the roll of household protector.
For the most part he is a good little guy who is devoted to his people (especially Marie) and gets along well with his siblings. But make a toy cry and you’ll feel his wrath!
Angel transferred here from another foster home because she was not getting over her fears and is badly stressed out which affects her behavior.
Last updated: Feb 10, 2018
Date Arrived: January 13, 2018Set out beside a road outside a campground.
All I know about her so far is that she has been frightened of people and destructive of household furnishings and personal accessories. I will be working on building trust with her to get her past these issues.
No major incidents in the Bunkhouse. She has peed on the floor a couple of times but that’s because she needed to “go” and she was stressing over my attempts to get a leash clipped to her collar. Nothing deliberate. As she’s learned my routine she is not stressing over things.
She does well with her crate. She likes to get outside, but is eager to get back to her “room” in the evening: partly because it’s getting chilly . She doe not like cold. She is rough on her bedding, she does well with a good blanket but anything quilted or fiber-filled (like a pillow) is history. She IS still a puppy.
I was told she got along with other dogs. Observations of her interacting with my dogs (through a fence) and with Mystery (her roomie in the bunkhouse) is that she is benign and submissive.
01/14 This evening Angel and Buddy were in the yard together. She invited him to play and they had a great time chasing one another.
01/17 I took Angel and Mystery out together this morning. I was late, they were desperate, so I took a chance. They took off and chased each other through the snow for about 15 minutes (pausing momentarily now and then to relieve themselves) before they both came, panting and licking the snow, back to the gate to the bunkhouse. We all went in, they each got a big drink of water and went back to their crates for breakfast. Angel demanded a belly rub before she’d go into the crate, but otherwise was cooperative.
See Angel and Aggression video in the gallery below.
Angel was, reportedly, frightened of people. She and I are getting along fine. She always seems happy to see me. We’ve had little other people traffic out here lately to test her on.
01/17 As she’s becoming more comfortable here she is coming out of her shell and becoming more rambunctious. She wiggles around so much I have a hard time getting a leash clipped to her collar, and she pulls really hard. I’m shopping for another Walk-Right harness. We have two but they’re both in use.
01/22 Harness arrived. It makes a big difference in walking her. Because she chews things up when bored I take the harness off before crating her.
Angel has become quite friendly and eager for attention. A belly rub usually puts her into a blissful stupor!
She is still destructive of bedding because she’s high-strung and gets bored easily (the Shepherd part of her). When weather allows (it IS January) I get her out to run in the yard with another dog as often as possible to wear her out (see Angels Play Day below).
In roughly chronological order, newest at the bottom. Click the thumbnails to enlarge. Some pictures are linked to Doggy Tales about Angel, click those to open the related story.
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The next day I let Angel play in the yard with her roomie Mystery:On a particularly nice day, she got an extended play session. |
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Today we had some driveway work done. The driveway up to my workshop is a MESS! All washed out and badly rutted. I bent a rim on Marie’s Subaru by taking it up this driveway. It’s time to dig deep into the pockets and get repairs done or it will just keep getting worse.
Cochise insisted on going out to chase the tractor and the dump truck and hurl heinous threats at everyone. He stayed on his side of the fencing, they stayed on theirs. He got so worked up early on that he leapt up against the fencing, bounced back, and did a back flip!
After a half hour of these intense aerobics, I went out with a lead to bring him back to the house. He offered no resistance at all. His tongue was hanging so low he was tripping on it!
We got half way up the hill to the house and he just flopped over on his side and panted, “I can’t go any farther, carry me!”
Marie and I are NASCAR race fans, so it’s only natural that when I see a group of dogs racing around the yard in close formation, I think of auto racing.
We currently have three dogs who are various types of Beagle mixes. All get along splendidly in pairs: Josephine and Buddy play well together, Buddy and Angel have a blast together, Angel and Josie Bean recently started playing together as well. I have been hesitant to let all three out together because the “odd man out” factor often rears its head and causes spats of jealousy if two pair up and ignore the third. But eventually I have to try it. Would they play together as a trio, or start sniping at one another?
What broke out was the First Annual Running of the Beaglicious 300.
Callie was sleeping on the cushy quilt-topped dog bed HairyFace made for her in the den. She follows him around like a shadow, so he accommodates her when he’s “at work”. I came in and looked at her bed and said, “That looks pretty comfy, Callie. I’d like to try that out.”
No response.
“I’m the Big Dog here, you need to move.”
Roscoe is leaving us this afternoon, and I’m glad. Everyone else loves him, but I find him annoying.
This morning he is again snoozing in the den with Hairyface. Lately Roscoe has been forgoing that, preferring to stay in his crate until it’s time for the pre-breakfast yard run. I’m pretty sure that’s his way of pouting. He wants to sleep free-range like the rest of us, but Hairy won’t let him.
HairyFace’s sister sent our family a Christmas card that included a Petco gift card and instruction to get us doggies something nice for Christmas. Hairy went shopping. He found himself looking at snuggle beds and decided to use the funds to get me a really nice orthopedic dog bed (figuring that, like each dog bed in this place, it would get shared and used by all four house dogs). He explained to NiceLady that he chose that one because I am 8 years old and my joints are getting cranky, especially in this cold, damp weather. A feeling he understands all too well! This bed is built to relieve stress on my joints.
The new dog bed arrived in a box SO big there was no reasonable way to set it aside for Christmas morning, so he unpacked it and set it out in my place in the sleeping room. He then moved my old bed to Josephine’s spot as an upgrade for her – which she appreciates – and moved her old dog bed out to the picture-box watching room for sun snoozing, which all of us appreciate.
Josephine is a Big Scary Dog in training. She worships her mentor, Cochise, and dreams of being big and powerful like him one day. Of course, Cochise is an American Bulldog and Josie is a Beagle/Dachshund, but that won’t stop her: she’s a determined lil gal!
Cochise taught Josie to bark like a big dog. When they are out being fierce together she abandons her cute Doxyish yap-yap and projects from her diaphragm with a louder more cutting version.
When she’s feeling impish, Josephine will sneak into the den while I’m working at my desk, sit in the middle of the floor, then issue one loud “BARK!” — which scares the living daylights out of me because it’s so unexpected.
Then Josie bounds over, hops up to put her front paws on my knees and giggles, “I scared you! I’m a big scary dog!” and demands that I rub her head.
She thinks that’s a great game.
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Ricky is a sweet boy. A bit shy today, but that’s to be expected. The information below will be updated as Ricky progresses.
Last update: Jan 3, 2018
Last updated: December 29, 2017
Roscoe is back!
Unfortunately he did not pass Universal K9’s qualifications for acceptance into their police dog training program. Newport Animal Control‘s attempts to get him into one of several “pit bull” rescues came to naught as well. But Steele Away Home – Canine Foster and Rescue’s Intake Coordinator (Amy) agreed to let me bring him back here as a Steele dog.
Roscoe went out the back door for a walk just as I was coming in the front door of Animal Control. That gave me a few minutes to talk with Lisa and Alicia. They had a packet made up for me with the transfer form, shot record, and a microchip kit.
Roscoe came back in via the front door, and when he saw me standing there he just EXPLODED in happiness: bounced around then stood up, wrapped his paws around my neck and licked my face. Now I need a shower! When I took him out to the truck he leapt up onto the tailgate and pawed at the door of the transport box, “Let me in, let me in, I want to go home!” He sang a song of joy all the way home!
