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Jack, who K9 ers will recall we adopted two weeks ago, made a break this week in our absence.
Having access to the garden was one thing but a b****y stupid delivery driver came, didn't get anyone at the front door, reached over the gate, unlocked it and left it wide open. (He didn't even leave the parcel as the p*****k needed a signature.)
Unfortunately it isn't the delivery drivers job to shut a gate after him.
Jack bolted off, probably in search of me. He is only just learning the area and about traffic....
I came home, saw the gate wide open and panicked convinced he had been stolen. I rang the police and whimpered my way through a couple of calls. Went off to start searching. Krys came back and took to the phones and the email. Everything had gone wrong, we were devastated, I walked miles and miles and miles...
I gave up eventually a couple of hours laterand came home, which is more than Jack did. I could not believe I had allowed this to happen, I took full responsibility which was small comfort at the time.
The phone rang which Krys answered. Had we lost a dog? Could we name him and confirm our address? Of course we could.
The little blighter had found the only other whippet household around here, only three streets and about 400 yeards away ,and had ensconsed himself in there, ejecting host whippet Beau from his basket and eating Beaus chicken dinner. When we arrived, me still whittering and twitching and Krys with mascara streamed face, he looked up as though nothing had happened...
You can gues that a new dog flap is being fitted tomorrow, the gate is virtually unopenable now, and I'm erecting CCTV, barbed wire and laser rifles for delivery men (the last bit is only wishful thinking).
We thank Mr and Mrs Share (and Beau) for collaring him and looking after him. We apologise to 2 year old Beau, who couldn't wait to get rid of Jack it seemed.
To add X File to X File, Beau is parti white and muted brindle just like Jack and it could be Jack 18 months from now...
We would also like to thank Jacks Foster Mum both for her part in bringing Jack to us and her help, advice and support yesterday. I am sure she would wish to remain nameless but knows who she is. Thank you.
Jack is sitting here in my office at work and helping write this (instead of working).
Our experience with Beau has left us convinced that Jack needs a friend so if anyone needs to rehome a whippet, let us know.
I attach a more recent photo of his Jackness.
Geoff
Having access to the garden was one thing but a b****y stupid delivery driver came, didn't get anyone at the front door, reached over the gate, unlocked it and left it wide open. (He didn't even leave the parcel as the p*****k needed a signature.)
Unfortunately it isn't the delivery drivers job to shut a gate after him.
Jack bolted off, probably in search of me. He is only just learning the area and about traffic....
I came home, saw the gate wide open and panicked convinced he had been stolen. I rang the police and whimpered my way through a couple of calls. Went off to start searching. Krys came back and took to the phones and the email. Everything had gone wrong, we were devastated, I walked miles and miles and miles...
I gave up eventually a couple of hours laterand came home, which is more than Jack did. I could not believe I had allowed this to happen, I took full responsibility which was small comfort at the time.
The phone rang which Krys answered. Had we lost a dog? Could we name him and confirm our address? Of course we could.
The little blighter had found the only other whippet household around here, only three streets and about 400 yeards away ,and had ensconsed himself in there, ejecting host whippet Beau from his basket and eating Beaus chicken dinner. When we arrived, me still whittering and twitching and Krys with mascara streamed face, he looked up as though nothing had happened...
You can gues that a new dog flap is being fitted tomorrow, the gate is virtually unopenable now, and I'm erecting CCTV, barbed wire and laser rifles for delivery men (the last bit is only wishful thinking).
We thank Mr and Mrs Share (and Beau) for collaring him and looking after him. We apologise to 2 year old Beau, who couldn't wait to get rid of Jack it seemed.
To add X File to X File, Beau is parti white and muted brindle just like Jack and it could be Jack 18 months from now...
We would also like to thank Jacks Foster Mum both for her part in bringing Jack to us and her help, advice and support yesterday. I am sure she would wish to remain nameless but knows who she is. Thank you.
Jack is sitting here in my office at work and helping write this (instead of working).
Our experience with Beau has left us convinced that Jack needs a friend so if anyone needs to rehome a whippet, let us know.
I attach a more recent photo of his Jackness.
Geoff
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