I grew up in a neighborhood of yokels and trailer trash where everyone's dogs just ran free all the time. So everyone's dog were always running away and coming back.
One time the dog manage to get out of the fenced backyard but she immediately regretted it and went around the house to the front porch and sat at the door and cried until someone let her back in.
When I was quite little someone (seemingly) tried to break into our house one night and failed. But in the process, the dog that we'd had for like a week was either let loose or stolen or who knows what. It's a bummer of a story, but I don't feel particularly traumatized, so I guess I was too young to really care! Yay!
I have had a few escape artists in my time. 1 that I picked up at the local shelter more than once - they didn't even check her in the last time, just kept her in the office and called my cell. She'd jump a 6 foot fence like it was nothing. She was a ton of energetic fun.
Another liked to break out and go visit my mom's house, since I worked over there (home business) a lot. He'd bust out, and come wandering in the front door a few hours after I'd left him that morning. That one also knew how to get the window to open. That particular trick of his is how I lost him. He busted out of my place here in NY, a few months after moving here - got hit trying to follow me to work.
I've never had one get out that didn't come home, unless they took the rainbow bridge.
Our bloodhound, collar and leash attached, pulled out of my grip. Normally if he gets loose he goes to the closest neighbor's yard and visits his dogs. It is a simple, though aggravating, chore to drive over there and bring him back home since he has never returned on his own. After 2 days, our neighbor posted the description/info on his church's FB page. The people who found him saw the post and contacted the neighbor. Within 24 hours he had traveled over 5+ miles from the house thru rugged terrain. His collar and leash are still out there somewhere. Different day our other dog, a black Australian Kelpie, took off into the same terrain. Could hear her barking but she didn't come when called as she usually did. The next morning she was standing quietly in a corner of the dog pen. It was dark and I didn't really look at her. Came home that night and called the vet as she had a huge chunk of flesh missing out of her shoulder and another one by her tail which was dangling and unresponsive. She apparently tangled with coyotes, fought her way loose and still found her way home. One dog with a nose and less brain cells than the chickens and one dog who can battle coyotes and still find home base.
When I was a kid we had a rat terrier that we adopted when she was 4 years old-her previous owners couldn't take the shedding. My sister and I spoiled that dog. She was the smartest dog I've ever had, and knew all the family members by name ("Go get mom" would result in her taking off for her in the other end of the house). She got out a few times to go exploring, but always came home.
When she was 19, her health was failing. Her vivid black and white coat was more shades of gray. Her hips and vision didn't work as well as they should. She had become incontinent and this upset her. But she would still perk up and want to play whenever she could.
She was out in the backyard, where she stayed during the day while we were all gone, when the cable company came out for a repair. The technician left the gate open on his way out and Kelly was gone.
We looked for her for weeks, but we knew the worst. I like to think she went to one of her favorite places when she used to go exploring, to lay down one last time.
My mom has actively refused to have another dog ever since.
Three days after getting Kota, a friend came over. As soon as he opened the door, Kota slipped out. Husband and friend went running after and I jumped in my car. We hadn't bought tags for Kota yet so if someone found him, they couldn't call us. I found them in the park a few blocks away. The guys were tired from running. I jumped out and tried to catch him, but couldn't. Not one person in the park tried to help. Kota ran out the other entrance. It looked like he was heading to the highway to go back to Florida. There was no way I could catch him. I stopped chasing and turned around. That little bugger turned around too and came back to me! He was only playing Catch Me!
I have pugs they go outside to pee and poop then it is either too hot or too cold for them. So right back through the doggie door to climate controlled comfort. We have a fence but its really to keep the neighbors bigger dogs out.
I grew up in a neighborhood of yokels and trailer trash where everyone's dogs just ran free all the time. So everyone's dog were always running away and coming back.
"Yes but it was for the best. I didn't really like it anyway."
What? That ain't right!
nope. never had a Dog.
Grew up with Cats.
and they never ran away either.
One time the dog manage to get out of the fenced backyard but she immediately regretted it and went around the house to the front porch and sat at the door and cried until someone let her back in.
When I was quite little someone (seemingly) tried to break into our house one night and failed. But in the process, the dog that we'd had for like a week was either let loose or stolen or who knows what. It's a bummer of a story, but I don't feel particularly traumatized, so I guess I was too young to really care! Yay!
I have had a few escape artists in my time. 1 that I picked up at the local shelter more than once - they didn't even check her in the last time, just kept her in the office and called my cell. She'd jump a 6 foot fence like it was nothing. She was a ton of energetic fun.
Another liked to break out and go visit my mom's house, since I worked over there (home business) a lot. He'd bust out, and come wandering in the front door a few hours after I'd left him that morning. That one also knew how to get the window to open. That particular trick of his is how I lost him. He busted out of my place here in NY, a few months after moving here - got hit trying to follow me to work.
I've never had one get out that didn't come home, unless they took the rainbow bridge.
Our bloodhound, collar and leash attached, pulled out of my grip. Normally if he gets loose he goes to the closest neighbor's yard and visits his dogs. It is a simple, though aggravating, chore to drive over there and bring him back home since he has never returned on his own. After 2 days, our neighbor posted the description/info on his church's FB page. The people who found him saw the post and contacted the neighbor. Within 24 hours he had traveled over 5+ miles from the house thru rugged terrain. His collar and leash are still out there somewhere.
Different day our other dog, a black Australian Kelpie, took off into the same terrain. Could hear her barking but she didn't come when called as she usually did. The next morning she was standing quietly in a corner of the dog pen. It was dark and I didn't really look at her. Came home that night and called the vet as she had a huge chunk of flesh missing out of her shoulder and another one by her tail which was dangling and unresponsive. She apparently tangled with coyotes, fought her way loose and still found her way home.
One dog with a nose and less brain cells than the chickens and one dog who can battle coyotes and still find home base.
When I was a kid we had a rat terrier that we adopted when she was 4 years old-her previous owners couldn't take the shedding. My sister and I spoiled that dog. She was the smartest dog I've ever had, and knew all the family members by name ("Go get mom" would result in her taking off for her in the other end of the house). She got out a few times to go exploring, but always came home.
When she was 19, her health was failing. Her vivid black and white coat was more shades of gray. Her hips and vision didn't work as well as they should. She had become incontinent and this upset her. But she would still perk up and want to play whenever she could.
She was out in the backyard, where she stayed during the day while we were all gone, when the cable company came out for a repair. The technician left the gate open on his way out and Kelly was gone.
We looked for her for weeks, but we knew the worst. I like to think she went to one of her favorite places when she used to go exploring, to lay down one last time.
My mom has actively refused to have another dog ever since.
Three days after getting Kota, a friend came over. As soon as he opened the door, Kota slipped out. Husband and friend went running after and I jumped in my car. We hadn't bought tags for Kota yet so if someone found him, they couldn't call us.
I found them in the park a few blocks away. The guys were tired from running. I jumped out and tried to catch him, but couldn't. Not one person in the park tried to help.
Kota ran out the other entrance. It looked like he was heading to the highway to go back to Florida. There was no way I could catch him. I stopped chasing and turned around. That little bugger turned around too and came back to me! He was only playing Catch Me!
I have pugs they go outside to pee and poop then it is either too hot or too cold for them. So right back through the doggie door to climate controlled comfort. We have a fence but its really to keep the neighbors bigger dogs out.