anatess
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- Jul 26, 2011
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- Bulldog(s) Names
- Bullie (RIP) & Angus (RIP)
Usually, when I leave the house for less than a couple of hours, I leave both dogs (bulldog and bichon) in the patio. Gizmo the bichon has separation anxiety but he's been able to handle an hour, at most two, of being left alone ever since we got Bullie.
So, I leave the dogs in the patio, I go take kids to their activities, and less than 2 hours later, we come home. We go to the patio and Gizmo was beside himself with anxiety. He was shivering like a leaf, etc. We stand there shocked... BULLIE WAS NOT IN THE PATIO! The patio doors were still closed, nothing else was amiss except that there is no bulldog. Now, Bullie cannot open the patio doors. It's too high up. Besides, if she found out a way to get out, Gizmo would be out before she could go through the door.
The kids scoured the neighborhood looking for the dog. We were all in a panic. 30 minutes later, they come home and Bullie was waiting by the front door, unharmed, still clean (meaning she didn't go to the pond in the backyard which is usually the first place she runs to).
Now, this is already a big mystery. What's even more puzzling, my husband comes home and he usually gets the mail from the mailbox... this time, there was a big, firm, baking potato inside the mailbox.
We've been scratching our heads over it. But one thing is certain, my husband is getting a monitored security system installed pronto.
So, I leave the dogs in the patio, I go take kids to their activities, and less than 2 hours later, we come home. We go to the patio and Gizmo was beside himself with anxiety. He was shivering like a leaf, etc. We stand there shocked... BULLIE WAS NOT IN THE PATIO! The patio doors were still closed, nothing else was amiss except that there is no bulldog. Now, Bullie cannot open the patio doors. It's too high up. Besides, if she found out a way to get out, Gizmo would be out before she could go through the door.
The kids scoured the neighborhood looking for the dog. We were all in a panic. 30 minutes later, they come home and Bullie was waiting by the front door, unharmed, still clean (meaning she didn't go to the pond in the backyard which is usually the first place she runs to).
Now, this is already a big mystery. What's even more puzzling, my husband comes home and he usually gets the mail from the mailbox... this time, there was a big, firm, baking potato inside the mailbox.
We've been scratching our heads over it. But one thing is certain, my husband is getting a monitored security system installed pronto.