Showing posts with label dog door. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog door. Show all posts

Friday, January 11, 2013

Through the dog door

OLD PICTURE. IT WASN'T SNOWING THE FIRST
DAY I GOT SCOTTIE THROUGH THE DOG DOOR.

(NOTE: Scottie crossed the Rainbow Bridge on Wednesday, April 10, 2013.)

When I awoke today, I saw that the basement door was open and realized that our collie Scottie was in the basement. Scottie has hip problems and can't get back up the basement steps, so I went downstairs.

Scottie was stuck in the dog door, with his head and front legs outside. I managed to get him out, but he immediately collapsed in the doorway. It looked like he just wanted to stay there. Our other dog, Lady, came down to the basement and walked past him, and Scottie suddenly wanted to get up.

I helped him get up, then opened the door to the cage so they could get out in the yard. I went back upstairs and put on layers and a hat and went out and let Scottie into the front yard. I took him in the house, then called Lady back in through the dog door; she came charging up the basement steps a few moments later, and I closed the door to the basement.

So we're all warm and safe, and, now, Scottie's in his crate, and Lady's curled up in the corner.

 P.S.: Scottie got stuck in the dog door again yesterday (Jan. 19). This time, he didn't collapse on the ground when I got him out. I just pulled him out of the hole, and he walked off.

P.S.: Yes, Scottie got stuck in the door again tonight (Jan. 23). He collapsed for a second after I pulled him through the dog door, but I got him right up.

 The dog-in-the-door has become an almost daily occurrence.

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Monday, April 19, 2010

Head games with Buddy


BUDDY WAS AFRAID OF THE CAMERA
OUR BOY BUDDY doesn't go through the dog door like Lady does. She goes through slowly, making one step at a time. Buddy goes charging through, often tearing up the gasket around the flap.

One day, I got a bright idea that didn't work. I decided to lower the metal dog door a few inches to force Buddy to slow down. The next day, I was upstairs and heard "DING!", "THUD."

Fearing the worst, I ran downstairs, and Buddy was sitting and swaying back and forth. I checked him out and found no blood, only a knot on his head, and his eyes weren't hurt.

Fortunately, he hit his least vulnerable spot.

And, yes, I moved the dog door back to its normal spot.

NOTE: Buddy died on Oct. 28, 2011.

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