On Monday, Ginger came to live with us.
She’s a 12 year old Bloodhound that used to track for the Sheriff’s office. She’s too old to do police work now, so she’s officially retired. She stayed with another one of the special ops guys for a while, but things didn’t work out so Mike volunteered to take her. I couldn’t wait to get her home and get a pretty pink collar on her! She is the sweetest old gal and I am very happy that the Hubcap and I are going to be able to give her a nice home for her last couple of years.
The only thing I’m not thrilled about with our new arrangement is that Ginger is an outside dog. She’s lived outside for 12 years and has never been trained the way a real pet dog is trained. Plus, she’s never been socialized with cats, so there’s no telling how she’d react to ours.
Tuesday night an especially fierce thunderstorm rolled through town. It woke me up at about 1 AM with some seriously intense thunder and lightning. It was pouring. My heart was breaking for poor sweet Ginger, outside all alone! I rolled over and asked Mike if he thought she was ok. He said yes, she has her dog house and will be fine.
Naturally I ignored him and went to look out the window for her. I laid back down but was restless. I kept imagining a flash flood sweeping away her dog house and a handful of other scenarios. After a few minutes, I got up and went to the laundry room to clear some space. I made a make shift bedroom for her using a bath towel and one of Bella’s old beds.
Once I’d gotten it all arranged, I opened the door to the back yard and ran outside to her dog house. She wasn’t in it! I was frantic. I turned around to look in the yard and a flash of lightening illuminated the back corner of the fence where I saw her hiding behind our grill…completely uncovered and looking like a scared puppy. I almost cried.
I motioned for her to come to me. She waddled over and I got her inside, toweled off, and comfortable. She was so much happier.
I don’t know how pet owners can leave their animals outside all the time! I don’t think I am going to be able to do it. Rain is one thing, but the thunder storms in the south can be down right violent. Even though it’s not storming outside tonight, Ginger is so much more comfortable in her new little “bedroom” than outside in the grass. Hopefully we can slowly work towards letting her inside in the evenings and only putting her outside while we’re at work.