I got two new foster dogs Wednesday night. Venus and Ivy were surrenderd by the owner because of his wifes failing health. They are super sweet girls, but Ivy is a bit of a trouble maker.
At 5:30, I hear something like a hyena yapping outside my window. It's Ivy. She had pushed the old screen door open and proceeded to bark at my neighbor's house, the cop who's wife has complained about the barking. Luckly, I think they were already awake, so maybe she didn't bother them.
I came home for lunch, and Earl, greets me, alone, in the back yard. No Ivy, no Venus, and no Kendra. (For those who don't know, My old dog, Buddy Boy got scared by fireworks on New Years eve, got out, and got killed right down the street.)
Needless to say, Pupdaddy just about paniced. Luckly, they were just down the street, in the dirveway of my neighbor who is afraid of dogs!
When I took them home, I found the side gate (4' chain link) unlatched. A while later I tested them. I sat down outside the gate and called the dogs. Ms Ivy wagged her tail, looked at the latch, and flipped in open with her nose on the second try! That gate is now chained shut, and the girls are in a 6' x 12' x 6' high kennel!
You can't get mad at them though. They are just too sweet. Here's a picture of them.
