Yesterday was spent all systems go in the back yard erecting the fence to stop the dogs from making a break for freedom, which is exactly what Genghis did Sunday morning. Bill had opened the doggy door for Quince while Genghis was tied up in the garden, but forgot to close it again once Genghis was back instead. Big mistake. Genghis saw opportunity and took it. He sauntered past a surprised Bill, disappeared out of the bottom of the garden and pegged it up the road, Bill in hot pursuit. We both grabbed some dog treats and tried to entice him back into our clutches with those. Genghis wasn’t having any of that though. He had other plans and ran off past the cemetery. I doubled back in the hope of cutting him off one way while Bill dashed through the graveyard to try to block his passage to the right. At this point I lost both hubby and dog and decided to scour the neighbourhood in the truck looking for signs of them.
Time passed with me going driving around in circles trying to spy either Gingha or Bill with no luck. At least one whole worrying hour went by before I had contact with Bill again. Thankfully he managed to recapture Gingha but Genghis had led him a merry chase and Bill had had to track him for at least two and a half miles as Genghis shot out of our neighbourhood and into the next. Apparently at one point Gingha had found a couple of dogs and was sniffing them, Bill tried to get close enough to grab our ginger escapee and one of the strange dogs turned on Bill. Genghis then launched a full on attack defending Bill, whipped the other dogs arse, before evading capture and pelting off down the road again.
Genghis is one sneaky canine. Bill and I were both having visions of what on earth to tell the vets this morning if we hadn’t managed to recapture him. Bill, however, eventually managed to rugby tackle Genghis to the floor and get him back on the lead, at which point he happily trotted back to the house at Bill’s side. Mangy dog.
So, after that little escapade we made damned sure that the back yard is now totally enclosed. I’m sure Ginger will try but hopefully there is no getting out now.
I really hope Genghis is doing okay today. Fingers crossed for him please, he’s going to have a horrid couple of days and a rough month as he’s staying with the vets today and tomorrow being treated for his Heartworm. It’s a pretty nasty treatment and he’s going to hate us. Kati brought Quince’s old crate back yesterday because when we get him back that’s likely to be his home for the next few weeks. You see, he has to stay quiet and sedentary when he returns because all the heartworm will be either dead, dying or decomposing and they need to leave his body slowly without clogging things up. If he gets too excited it’s possible for the remains to cause a blockage in his heart or lungs and he could either have a heart attack or drown in heartworms. Definitely don’t want that to happen. Poor thing.
It’s such a shame, especially because we’d just discovered he has a weakness for tug ropes and squeaky toys. I was taking off a pair of over the knee socks the other night and the usually restrained Genghis grabbed one from me and raced off happily. We didn’t want to encourage that so dug out Quince’s discarded tug rope and gave that to him instead. Genghis went mental. Loves to play. And what’s more, he even got Quince interested and eager to join in. It’s amazing. They now play together so well and Quince is getting on great with his new brother. They even sit together and gnaw on their bones without fighting. This next month is going to be tough on them both I think.