A day with Billy…
After destroying a large vase on Friday. Probably caused by him and the Lab bouncing around because I had the audacity to go out for a while – there’s little doubt in mind he’d have been the instigator of the incident, if not the actual body that brought it down – we woke yesterday to the not particularly welcome sight of the welcome mat partially de-constructed.
They travelled great on the ferry when we moved recently, despite the appalling journey courtesy of ferry company Acciona Mediterrania (wankers), they were fantastic in the car, they’ve settled into the new house well, their behaviour has – almost – been pretty good – until the last few days since Billy’s mischievous streak has returned. House training has gone out of the window a couple of times as he gets used to a new toilet regime, and has caused various levels of destruction of household items.
Following on from the mat incident – we were furious – he was frankly a bloody nuisance for the rest of the day, under our feet, annoying the other hounds, pestering visitors – including being very insistent he park himself in-front of the chap trying to negotiate our house on crutches.
Just at the point when I wondering “Why the hell did we rescue him?”, things changed. Quickly. Behind where we live is a track up the mountain, and since we’ve moved I’ve been taking them up there one by one for their last ‘activity’ of the day. Last night when I got back with the Labrador (Pepper) I brought him in and immediately noticed the little ginger freak wasn’t at the door staring at me with a wagging tail. I looked through – the back door was open. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d jumped the outside walls. A quick search and the dismayed running backwards and forward of his ‘brothers’ confirmed this was the case.
Elle stood on the terrace calling, I had a walk down the road, also calling tying to work out where he had got to. A few minutes which as you’d expect – felt like a lifetime passed, it was in reality probably five to ten at the most, I was thinking of heading back for the torch, and maybe another dog to help flush him out. I was also thinking at this point there would be a good chance I might be out all night searching. A voice piped up – it was Elle – “Alan, he’s coming!”. It’s hard to describe the relief. It looked like, from the route he was coming down the mountain behind the derelict farmhouse nearby that he’d taken off up the hill to find me as we’d been coming through the front door earlier on. First instinct was to give him a thrashing – but you can’t (not that I would but I can be firm with them), instead I just threw my arms open for him. I was just so pleased to have him back safe, on top of which a bollocking may put him off wanting to come back should it happen (hopefully not) again.
Once home, he wouldn’t leave his bed, he’d been terrified by the incident. It seems if you’re a young Boxer the big wide world, and the dark, can be a bit scary without adult supervision!
No matter how frustrated you get, no matter how much they piss you off at times, dogs are part of the family – it’s much like having kids. And, sticking with the kid analogy once the realization hits that the dog has vanished you go through the whole gamut of emotions you did that time when you lost sight of you child as a toddler in Tesco. Fear, guilt (it is your fault after all), panic….
All the misdemeanour’s are forgotten in an instant. You realize above anything, despite all the hassle – the most important thing is you just love them!