MrSpectrum
Gray-bearded Member
This morning around 8:30, I switched ZaRDoZ back to his old bowl, as he was leaving too many uneaten bugz in the new bowl. Then I came into my office to read/post here and do some other computer work. I just (12:50) went back to check on him and get his lunch when I discovered I had left the enclosure door WIDE OPEN! :shock:
He's been trying for weeks to get out that door, going so far as trying to open it himself with his little "popeye arms". But there he was on top of his tower, basking away.... I checked the temp, and it was 72°F; it had lost all its heat from the open door. The li'l asshat was probably freezing.
He also hadn't touched his breakfast of steak & salad (num-numz & greens). I picked the bowl up and got him started on that, put the bowl back, slid the door shut... wait...
Yeah, I slid the door shut, and came back into my office.
I'm not concerned that he'll be fine--just a little surprised (and relieved) that he didn't exploit the opportunity and escape into the house someplace--it'd take us days to find him--if we ever did. Last time something like this happened, Mr. Spectrum got out of his enclosure, and... nevermind; you don't wanna know... :roll:
It just occurred to me that if he HAD gotten out, and O'l Furface found him, Furface would have gingerly picked him up (Labs are soft-mouthed and generally very gentle) and brought him to me unharmed (but probably hissing and fit to chew nails). Ol' Furface is a service dog; picking things up and bringing them to me is what he does, along with a few other chores.
I can't imagine/believe I'm the only one to do something this stupid (though I may be the only one to admit it). At least I wasn't as negligent/stupid as this woman.
He's been trying for weeks to get out that door, going so far as trying to open it himself with his little "popeye arms". But there he was on top of his tower, basking away.... I checked the temp, and it was 72°F; it had lost all its heat from the open door. The li'l asshat was probably freezing.
He also hadn't touched his breakfast of steak & salad (num-numz & greens). I picked the bowl up and got him started on that, put the bowl back, slid the door shut... wait...
Yeah, I slid the door shut, and came back into my office.
I'm not concerned that he'll be fine--just a little surprised (and relieved) that he didn't exploit the opportunity and escape into the house someplace--it'd take us days to find him--if we ever did. Last time something like this happened, Mr. Spectrum got out of his enclosure, and... nevermind; you don't wanna know... :roll:
It just occurred to me that if he HAD gotten out, and O'l Furface found him, Furface would have gingerly picked him up (Labs are soft-mouthed and generally very gentle) and brought him to me unharmed (but probably hissing and fit to chew nails). Ol' Furface is a service dog; picking things up and bringing them to me is what he does, along with a few other chores.
I can't imagine/believe I'm the only one to do something this stupid (though I may be the only one to admit it). At least I wasn't as negligent/stupid as this woman.