Planning on bringing Charlie to the Roseville Meet & Greet Saturday! There have been a few people that have shown strong interest, and hopefully they'll get through the approval process. I'll really miss the big guy, but want him to be happy, happy, + happy.
Charlie and Duke have been having tremendous fun at the meet and greets. We all were a bit overwhelmed by the sheer number of exuberant dogs at Goldzilla who were all having a fabulous time. So I apologize to Duke's and Charlie's former fosters whom we met there just after arriving. There was a whirlwind of wagging tails surrounding us, and none of us could concentrate on those other people/dogs that had such big influences on their lives.
The modifications to the fridge door have been successful! I was concerned Monday when I spent 3 hours at the doctor's, and remembered I forgot to lock the fridge before leaving. But no issues, I still had a couple of brats for dinner.
Wandering & Separation Anxiety
Charlie has NO issues in being the separator. He's been so good lately that I let go of the leash after returning from a car ride as a test.
Charlie Failed. He took off through the neighbors backyard through the open gate at his lope. It's really a quick trot that a jogger might keep up with, but I'm no jogger. He was briefly stopped as the right side of the house was totally fenced in. He did a graceful pirouette, not even breaking stride, reversing to the left side of the house. As I yelled, "CHARLIE!" he looked directly at me and smiled, as if to say, "Yup, that's my name!" I ran after him to see which way he went, then ran back grabbing Duke and the Car.
I drove down the street that was my best guess of his escape route. I saw someone in their driveway. I hate to tell Charlie that a 100-pound, beautiful, white, smiling dog bounding down peoples front/back lawns is going to get noticed. He's incognito - NOT! A brief finger point and I headed Charlie off at the pass (the next street), with an open car door and yelling his name (not angrily). He happily jumped in the car, a little short of breath, ready to go home.
Charlie continues his tricks of moving things around. I've noted that he tends to put a pair of shoes (see picture) near the back door as if to remind me to go for a walk. As things are usually left out in the open, this hasn't been an issue.
Now, if I could only find my wallet.