I cannot imagine committing to buy a puppy without seeing the animal and if possible the sire and dam. OTOH, a rescue (or adoption of an older dog) is a different thing. My last two Basenjis came to me sight unseen, and turned out to be wonderful dogs, but the breeders I got them from wanted to place their dogs in an experienced Basenji home, and I only paid the cost of getting the dogs to me. One came by air, one was personally transported to me by his breeder. If she hadn't been happy with what she found I expect she would have taken him back with her when she left. I also had to commit to return him if ever I couldn't keep him. Good breeders care about where their dogs end up.
Nightmare Weekend
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Some of you may be wondering why I've been so quiet on the forum lately. Well, it's because I'm so darned tired!
It all started 2 weekends ago after the NBS Champ show at Leeds.
On the Thursday night after work, as you may have already read in another thread, my little Nakura's face was very swollen. I got her to the vet on Friday morning where I was told I would have to leave her to be sedated etc. I took my GSD to a friend's house and returned home without Nakura. At 11.20am the vet rang to say Nakura was ready to be collected. Totally knackered already!! :rolleyes:
Prior to all this, Douglas had forgotten to book the other pets into boarding kennels so we had spent 2 weeks trying to find people to look after them for the few days we were away. The GSD went to her 'Aunty Aileen's' house, the cat was being looked after by a neighbour who would come over to the house twice a day to put food out etc and the BC would be staying with an elderly neighbour across the main road from us.
We left our house on the Friday afternoon, towing our caravan. We thought we'd break up the 300 mile journey a bit by going a short distance (80 miles) and staying the night at a caravan site. This usually short trip took 3 hours due to road works etc.
On Saturday morning we got up early and headed for the Leeds caravan site we were booked in at. We arrived at about 4pm. We had a lovely evening with friends, a meal and some wine then off to bed.
On Sunday morning we travelled a few miles to the show. The show was great, we met up with Thunderbird and Dwaf and a few of our other friends and had a good day. Our results were a bit better than expected too. We returned to the caravan site and had another nice meal and some wine with our friends. Douglas thought he'd better call round the neighbours and find out how the other animals were doing. When he called the lady with the BC (8pm) she told him that the dog had been missing since 7am. Well, Douglas was furious. :mad:. I spoke to the lady and told her that he would probably be back at our house waiting to be let in. This sparked an International rescue. Armed with our mobile phones and over 300 miles away we set about calling the vets, the police, the dog warden, the local radio station, all the neighbours, my parents etc etc etc. Panic Panic Panic. The BC is almost deaf, a little blind and 14 years old. The mood of the evening was completely spoilt and our friends went back to their caravan. So you can imagine how little sleep we got that night. :rolleyes:.
We got up really early on Monda morning and got ready to set off home. Douglas called the lady at 6.30am. Still no sign of the dog. The journey home would take us at least 6 hours and we imagined having to go out searching when we returned back. At 8am, the lady called Douglas to say that the dog had been found safe and well. Do you know where he had been for 25 hours????
Wait for it…......
Wait..........
In the ladies back bedroom all along!!!!! :eek: :eek:
Our return journey actually took over 8 hours and we were both back at work first thing Tuesday morning. But, I think I'm back to normal now so you will be hearing more from me again.
Needless to say, the BC was none the wiser to his ordeal, just a bit hungry and bursting for a pee!!
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I'm tired just reading the story. Glad the dog was found!
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OMG - It does sound rough, but I'm laughing at where the BC was found! :D:D:D
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OMG Vicki:eek:
I was dreading reading the outcome to this but relieved to see where he was after all that time, poor boy!!
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All is well, good to hear. Sorry about the undo stress…typical right..
We had that happen two years ago eh we found a cat (ended up becoming our cat Lucy), in a kill shelter south of Houston. She is a Maine Coon/Bob tail mix, so fairly large, at the time 17 lbs, very hard cat to miss, right?? We just had to rescue her from that horrible shelter, so we did on a monday morning at 8 am. Two days later we were scheduled to go out of town for a week to the beach(timing couldn'y had been worst..). We hired a pet sitter to come a few times each day to feed/walk and play with the dogs and now new cat..
1 1/2 day into our trip, the pet sitter called saying she could not find the cat anywhere inside and though she had accidentally let her out..Lucy was not to be let out, she had merely lived with us for 3 days..I am freaking out, my hubby is MAD and my kids are crying...
The next day our very dear friend Wendy came over to see if she could find Lucy, she looked for a good while inside and out but no Lucy was to be found...by now I am thinking, I got to get home, so I drive by my self back to Houston (4 hour drive) and look all over the neighbor hood, convinced she was out there somewhere..couldn't find her, once I got inside I noticed one of my kitchen cupboard dooors ajar so I go to close it...Once I closed it I heard something in the cabinet...LUCY, she had been sleeping in that cupboard for days...and nobody had found her...typical..but happy ending indeed. -
omg vicky, that is everyones worst nightmare - am just glad you found the old soul eventually. My mother always looks after my dogs while i am away - she has raised Dobes for 30 years so is very sensible with them - and luckily she can just let them run in the secure field we have so no need to go off the property to walk them. But she did think she lost the cat once a few years back - Ali the younger cat was screaming as only a Siamese can - something she only does when she cant find the older cat Bourneville. So my mum scoured the house looking for him - after 2 hours decided he must have escaped - she thought she saw him across the road, and apparently was crawling through bramble bushes like a 70 year old commando - only to discover a moggy from the farm down the hill. When she got back to the house, covered in mud, blood(her own from scratches from brambles) she saw Bourneville sitting inside the house on the windowsill in a nice sunny patch - he must have been watching her all the time thinking "what is that idiot doing".
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omg vicky, that is everyones worst nightmare - am just glad you found the old soul eventually. My mother always looks after my dogs while i am away - she has raised Dobes for 30 years so is very sensible with them - and luckily she can just let them run in the secure field we have so no need to go off the property to walk them. But she did think she lost the cat once a few years back - Ali the younger cat was screaming as only a Siamese can - something she only does when she cant find the older cat Bourneville. So my mum scoured the house looking for him - after 2 hours decided he must have escaped - she thought she saw him across the road, and apparently was crawling through bramble bushes like a 70 year old commando - only to discover a moggy from the farm down the hill. When she got back to the house, covered in mud, blood(her own from scratches from brambles) she saw Bourneville sitting inside the house on the windowsill in a nice sunny patch - he must have been watching her all the time thinking "what is that idiot doing".
Ha, ha, ha…great description, I can picture it! The "70 yo commander" bit, killed me!!
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Yes Benkura, I was wondering where you were!
OMG what a nightmare! Glad everyone is ok though :). Poor boy, being stuck in there for all that time!
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All is well, good to hear. Sorry about the undo stress…typical right..
We had that happen two years ago eh we found a cat (ended up becoming our cat Lucy), in a kill shelter south of Houston. She is a Maine Coon/Bob tail mix, so fairly large, at the time 17 lbs, very hard cat to miss, right?? We just had to rescue her from that horrible shelter, so we did on a monday morning at 8 am. Two days later we were scheduled to go out of town for a week to the beach(timing couldn'y had been worst..). We hired a pet sitter to come a few times each day to feed/walk and play with the dogs and now new cat..
1 1/2 day into our trip, the pet sitter called saying she could not find the cat anywhere inside and though she had accidentally let her out..Lucy was not to be let out, she had merely lived with us for 3 days..I am freaking out, my hubby is MAD and my kids are crying...
The next day our very dear friend Wendy came over to see if she could find Lucy, she looked for a good while inside and out but no Lucy was to be found...by now I am thinking, I got to get home, so I drive by my self back to Houston (4 hour drive) and look all over the neighbor hood, convinced she was out there somewhere..couldn't find her, once I got inside I noticed one of my kitchen cupboard dooors ajar so I go to close it...Once I closed it I heard something in the cabinet...LUCY, she had been sleeping in that cupboard for days...and nobody had found her...typical..but happy ending indeed.Wow, that's quite a story Petra! Lucy in the cabinet.
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I know right..now I know to check in cabinets and in boots, she likes to hide in those too. My other cats I have had in the past never did that, so this was a new one for me..
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I had a feeling something was wrong Vicki as you were so quiet.
So pleased your Bc dog was found safe and well, i must admit it is a funny story:D
