1st Incident - My oldest dog got sick in his kennel while I was at work, so I had to clean that up. While I was doing that, my cat and the kitten were playing on the other side of my couch. Well the kitten still isn't very big and she can fit under the door to the Rottie's kennel. You know, if its open she can slid her skinny little body under it. Well she was doing that and swatting at my cat and being a silly little kitten. While I am cleaning I hear a terrifying meow come from the other side of the couch and then another....like both cats were screaming/meowing. So I yelledto my cat, stop trying to kill her! Well it got louder so I ran over and well yea. My cat is standing there meowing VERY loud and smacking the kitten but not hard just, swatting at her... The kitten is stuck....like 'OMG she is going to break her leg' stuck. Her head was under the door of the kennel. Her left leg was bent back and through one of the slots in the door. Her right leg was to the side and through a slot in the kennel base. She was FREAKING out!!! I have no idea how she got herself in this position but she was in it. So I had to carefully maneuver her and get one leg out at a time and then pull her from under the door. Even after I got her out my cat was still MEOWING at the top of her lungs following me around. The kitten was all nuzzled in my arms panting.... At first I thought my cat was being mean and beating the little one while she was stuck....but now that I think about it I think she was trying to get my attention/help her because she was stuck....my cat has NEVER sounded like that except when the Rottie stepped on her foot and popped her stitches. Kitten is fine now and was running all over playing in a few minutes but how she got herself in that predicament is beyond me.
2nd Incident - Around 9:20 I let the dogs out to go potty before I went shower. As usual the Rottie and my oldest dog did their thing and came in and my younger dog (the convict) wanted to wander and sniff and pee on every blade of grass....ya know since the rain washed away his scent *rolling eyes*. Anyways, I went inside to give the Rottie his pills and let the convict be for a second.
I went out there... no more than 1 minute later and I can't find my dog. Well he is notorious for going behind the shed and not coming when I call...especially if he smells that a cat has been back there. So I start calling for him...nothing. I walk over to the shed and whistle and call his name! But not too loud because it was getting a little late. I finally look at the fence....there is a board knocked out...so I ran full speed across the yard and out the side gate....bare foot.
I was in the front yard in seconds, yelling his name, come here boy, come on....*whistle whistle* come on buddy. He wasn't on the side of the house like last time...he was no where in sight. I saw some people down the street (like 6-7 houses down) so I started running, mind you NO SHOES, whistling and yelling a little louder than I probably should have been at that hour on a Tuesday night. FINALLY I hear his collar...the *ching ching ching* of his tags but I still don't see him. Then I hear one of the men down the street say "there ya go little buddy, shes' looking for you, you better get on now." He came running full speed at me (in true convict fashion) and about ran me over. I yelled SORRY and they said "S'all, right".
So we got back inside and I fussed him...BAD dog....of all the ones to escape it had to be the one with a record!!!!! So at 9:40 at night I was outside hammering nails back into the board that came loose....its pretty sturdy now....but REALLY needs to be replaced....I am sure the neighbors hated me but it had to be done....
