Lucky Taz

[jennielynn1970]

What a cutie!! I don't think you're "stuck" at all!! In fact, I think you're pretty lucky yourself to get such an adorable pup!

Are you fostering him to adopt him out, or will you keep him?

[Willow Oak]

What a cutie!! I don't think you're "stuck" at all!! In fact, I think you're pretty lucky yourself to get such an adorable pup!

Are you fostering him to adopt him out, or will you keep him?

I would be glad to let someone have him that would take care of him, but you know how that is. I have 16 acres and room for another, so ..., he can stay.

[luvofallhorses]

So cute! I would say he's a beagle/shepherd mix.

[Pawsitive Thinking]

I would be glad to let someone have him that would take care of him, but you know how that is. I have 16 acres and room for another, so ..., he can stay.

Woohoo!!! Lucky pup and equally lucky you

[Willow Oak]

I acquired Taz on Sunday. I didn't have a lot of time to prepare for keeping him, so Monday when I went to work I left Taz at home behind one of those child gates that I placed in the back hallway. I figured that even if he got out of that he would only have to contend with Bonnie and Clyde who are "teeth-challenged," and Lu Lu. The dogs are often not very friendly with newbies.

Well, it did happen that he got out. When I arrived home I found him behind a chair in the living room. I could tell there had been some activity, but he came crawling out and appeared to be none the worse for his experience. I couldn't tell what all had taken place, but there is no doubt that if the larger dogs had been in the room, Taz would be no more. I did find what appeared to be a bite mark on his hind leg, and he definitely had suffered some sort of psychological Trauma. He was all over wet, evidently from the other dogs saliva, and he cried for a long time even after I arrived home. Even then he cried and whimpered in my arms for the longest time.

Yesterday I left him locked in the bathroom. I worried all day that he would get out of that, but when I arrived home he was still locked up. Nonetheless, he still cried and whimpered for a long time after I arrived home. So maybe separation anxiety had contributed to his trauma of the day before. I bought another dog crate yesterday on my way home from work and locked him in that when I left this morning. My mind is much more at ease now, although he did not like being locked up that way. At least I know he will be well and whole when I arrive home.

I still grieve much when I think of Yella Fella and Goldie and how I failed to protect them. Those bad memories are flooding back to me now that Taz has arrived. Poor Yella Fella. Poor Goldie.

If you would like to read about them I wrote about them in my journal to which you will find a link below.

I lock most of my dogs in kennels whenever I leave home. The smaller dogs have access to the house and the carport. I have found this to be a safe arrangement for all animals concerned. You have to be careful and pay attention. "Accidents" can happen, and you never know when. I've had to learn my lesson the hard, hard way, and it still hurts.

[Willow Oak]

Cathy, another new-acquiree, chases Taz across and around the front yard. They have become pals.

[Taz_Zoee]

Aww, I'm sorry Taz had a rough day last week. But I'm glad he found a friend in Cathy. They look so cute running together. He really looks happy, and so does Cathy.

[Willow Oak]

It is was a scorcher on this past weekend. All of the dogs and most of the cats stayed inside with me, enjoying the air conditioning. But Taz was not there. I got worried and ran about looking for him. But no Taz. Where could that boy be? So I opened the front door to see if he might be outside. What a gorgeous site greeted me, so I grabbed my camera and took the following shot from my front door:



Taz? You out there? No Taz. But ..., what is this I see? I zoomed in the camera to get a closer look and ...:



Could it be? Naw, it couldn't. Or could it? I zoomed in as close as the camera would go and took a look, and what do you think I saw?



That boy! Such a bad boy! He had me all worried, and here he is in the shade of the willow oak tree, just lazing around and minding his own business, enjoying the peace and serenity of being alone. Not a care in the world!