I had one backyard now instead of a whole neighborhood. Is this what those dogs in the freewheeling pack always talked about?
“Don’t let them catch you,” they all said. “If they do they’ll cage you up.”
Maybe this is what they meant. The backyard had walls around it that were too high to jump over. I tried to find a way out, but there wasn’t one. I had a feeling I’d never get out of here, so I paced and I worried and I fretted.
Foster Mom: “Our two other dogs, Rowdy and Tanner, both incredible with reading and speaking dog language, wanted nothing to do with this new dog. Charlie didn’t seem to possess the nuances of dog language that most dogs grow up with: sniffing protocol, hierarchy of the pack, food and treat regimen. He was clueless.”
I pushed at those two other dogs. I nose butted and postured my way into them like I did out in the wild because I worried I wouldn’t get enough to eat. I had to fight for every morsel when I lived in the wild. The foster mom put down food for us in separate areas or rooms but as soon as I gobbled mine up I went right to the other bowls and growled. Those dogs backed off (most of the time) and let me have it.
I spun and chased my tail all the time. I guess you could call it throwing a fit, appropriate if you consider a toddler and how they throw themselves into a tantrum, kicking and screaming. Like a spoiled child, I growled and snapped. My foster mom tried hard with me, but I wanted out. Maybe if I acted like a brat she’d just throw me out the door. That would be great. Then I could go back to the open world I loved to live in.
The more stressed I felt, the more fits I threw which drove my foster mom and dad crazy. Can you imagine? And it was exhausting.
Foster Mom: “Whenever Charlie didn’t get his own way he’d throw one of his fits. They’d last a full minute, sometimes more, and often occurred numerous times a day.”
You won’t believe what they did to try to help me out of it.
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Don’t forget about the special giveaway. Your chances end at midnight tomorrow, Saturday, Dec. 11th.
Three goodie stockings filled with dog treats picked out by me are waiting to go to good homes. All comments made by December 11th on the blog to any of the posts will count for a chance in the drawing. For every comment made you’ll receive a chance in the drawing. I’ll keep track, and my female peep will double-check me. We’ll notify the winners and send out the gifts so they arrive before Christmas. Happy Holidays!
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Want more to chew on? Click on the Category to the right called Charlie Chat. All my posts will be there starting back from #1. And they’ll be there forever, just like I hope to be in this new home forever.
And P.S. Don’t tell my female peep, but if you want a secret sneak peek at what I’ll be chewing on, check out the Charlie Here box above.