Ozarkgal
Senior Member
- Location
- Deep in the Ozark woods
A blood hound that is:
On Wednesday evening I was summoned up the driveway to the gate by this guy's distinctive hound howlings. He was standing in front of the gate barking at me as I tried to shoo him away. He started back up the road, and about 10 pm when I let the Gangstas out for their last run of the evening, there the old hound was, back at the gate curled up next to the tree.
We left him there and went to bed, only to be awakened shortly after by a loud crashing noise. We jumped up and went to investigate, finding the hound in our back yard. He had walked the fence line to where it ends down at the creek and came into the back yard, tried to jump over a small wrought iron gate into the front yard, and blew the gate off the hinges, which caused the crash.
We stood and watched him roam around the front yard for a few minutes, then he wandered up on the deck where we were and introduced himself. I walked toward the pasture, and he willingly followed me, where I left him and we went back to bed. In the morning I was at a loss as to what to do with this character, I took him up the driveway to see if he would head home. No dice, he again wandered the fence line and came back into the yard. I put him back in the pasture, and got busy calling everyone I knew to see if they knew the dog, and tried with no success to get in touch with the local rescue group.
Hubby and I sprayed him down with Ovitrol as he was loaded with ticks and very skinny to boot. His nails were ground down to the nubs from travelling, and he had not had "brain" surgery, which likely prompted his wanderings.
Then we finally went to town and posted found ads on all the bulletin boards in town and bought a bag of cheap store brand dog food. He hadn't won me over enough to feed him the Gangsta's $55 a bag premium dog food. I told Hubby I was naming him Baskerville, as in the "Hounds of Baskerville", due to his howling bark.
Later that day the local rescue finally got in touch with me and agreed to come out today to give him shots, assess him, and make arrangements for vet work. Since Baskerville seemed determined to hang around here, and did not appear to be aggressive toward the Gangstas, BBB or the cats, we agreed to foster him.
Last night we awakened by his hound howling, which was coming from the back yard. I knew he had escaped the pasture that is fenced in 4 foot square wire and metal farm gates. This morning Baskerville was no where to be seen and since we had to go to Mountain Home we thought maybe he would be waiting at the gate for us when we got back. It was kind of a relief when he wasn't. but none the less we wondered what happened to him.
Shortly after we got home, the lady from the rescue called me and told me he had been spotted by one of their members at a restaurant in town, which is about 12 miles from our house, down two highways. They picked him up, and the man who spotted him agreed to let them keep him in a chain link fence on his property until they could figure out what to do with him, but he is moving. This rescue operation has no physical building and relies solely on foster homes for support. Obviously, he is a wanderer and would probably not stay here without higher fencing, so fostering him here is out.
I hope he lands in a good place, he is a pretty sweet old guy, who would probably make a nice pet, once he has a lower lobotomy.
On Wednesday evening I was summoned up the driveway to the gate by this guy's distinctive hound howlings. He was standing in front of the gate barking at me as I tried to shoo him away. He started back up the road, and about 10 pm when I let the Gangstas out for their last run of the evening, there the old hound was, back at the gate curled up next to the tree.
We left him there and went to bed, only to be awakened shortly after by a loud crashing noise. We jumped up and went to investigate, finding the hound in our back yard. He had walked the fence line to where it ends down at the creek and came into the back yard, tried to jump over a small wrought iron gate into the front yard, and blew the gate off the hinges, which caused the crash.
We stood and watched him roam around the front yard for a few minutes, then he wandered up on the deck where we were and introduced himself. I walked toward the pasture, and he willingly followed me, where I left him and we went back to bed. In the morning I was at a loss as to what to do with this character, I took him up the driveway to see if he would head home. No dice, he again wandered the fence line and came back into the yard. I put him back in the pasture, and got busy calling everyone I knew to see if they knew the dog, and tried with no success to get in touch with the local rescue group.
Hubby and I sprayed him down with Ovitrol as he was loaded with ticks and very skinny to boot. His nails were ground down to the nubs from travelling, and he had not had "brain" surgery, which likely prompted his wanderings.
Then we finally went to town and posted found ads on all the bulletin boards in town and bought a bag of cheap store brand dog food. He hadn't won me over enough to feed him the Gangsta's $55 a bag premium dog food. I told Hubby I was naming him Baskerville, as in the "Hounds of Baskerville", due to his howling bark.
Later that day the local rescue finally got in touch with me and agreed to come out today to give him shots, assess him, and make arrangements for vet work. Since Baskerville seemed determined to hang around here, and did not appear to be aggressive toward the Gangstas, BBB or the cats, we agreed to foster him.
Last night we awakened by his hound howling, which was coming from the back yard. I knew he had escaped the pasture that is fenced in 4 foot square wire and metal farm gates. This morning Baskerville was no where to be seen and since we had to go to Mountain Home we thought maybe he would be waiting at the gate for us when we got back. It was kind of a relief when he wasn't. but none the less we wondered what happened to him.
Shortly after we got home, the lady from the rescue called me and told me he had been spotted by one of their members at a restaurant in town, which is about 12 miles from our house, down two highways. They picked him up, and the man who spotted him agreed to let them keep him in a chain link fence on his property until they could figure out what to do with him, but he is moving. This rescue operation has no physical building and relies solely on foster homes for support. Obviously, he is a wanderer and would probably not stay here without higher fencing, so fostering him here is out.
I hope he lands in a good place, he is a pretty sweet old guy, who would probably make a nice pet, once he has a lower lobotomy.
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