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I met Ranger about a year or so ago. He belongs to a friend of mine and he asked if I wouldn’t mind keeping him for a while until he could workout some logistics. He didn’t have enough room where he lived to have his dog and he worked long hours. If he kept him he would not be able to run home to take him out, feed him, etc. I said I would be glad to as I have room and a large yard in the back so he has some space to run and hunt.

He also told me that Ranger got out one time and a neighbor found him close to a busy highway looking for his master. I guess he is part bloodhound too since that is the only way out of the complex. Thank goodness the neighbor found him in time and called his owner and friend and took him back to the enclosure to wait.

I didn’t mind taking him in as I lost my dog about 6 months earlier when she died from a terrible illness. Also, I was home all day and could give him a lot of attention, and he would be safe in the backyard as it’s fenced-in and on a canal away from any roadway.

We bonded immediately. He rubs against me and wants to love me. He has such a sweet disposition. He loves people and attention and wants to be at your side all the time. He was happy that he was at this new resort where he had so much space, food and people to play with. He also has some toys that he carries around in his mouth all day.

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His day consists of sleeping until noon, going out for a little while, coming in if it is too hot, and eating breakfast, sleeping, eating, and sleeping. His exercise for the day is chasing the ducks and iguanas away from the yard. I used to have ducks and iguanas in my yard, but they saw the dog and decided it was not a safe place to be anymore. All he wants to do is be near me.

One day we were outside enjoying some cool, dry weather for a bit, and he passed gas. When he did it made a noise, it scared him, he looked behind himself and ran the other way. That was the most hilarious thing I had ever seen. My granddaughter was sitting outside as well and we had a good laugh.

We also have two resident older cats that I am caring for who belong to my daughter and granddaughter. They also have living condition challenges and can’t keep them right now. They have been with me for four years. They run the house and are jealous of the dog.

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At the moment I keep the cats separate from the dog as I do not want either of them to get hurt if someone decides to get jealous and be the boss. When Ranger is asleep the cats will come over to his enclosure and take a peek in to see if he is still there. They both have come into his space, but he didn’t see them. When he did catch them close he would look at them and shy away. He doesn’t want any trouble. They have claws and sharp teeth.

They mostly acknowledge each other and walk away. Or look at each other and say: “What the hell are you doing here?” The one who is more vocal is saying, “Mom, Mom! Who do you love more?” Also, if I am feeding one I have to feed them all because someone will take note of it and get an attitude. The one that is very vocal will say, “Meeeeee Tooo!”

Ranger has gotten out of the yard twice since he’s been here.

Once I left him out back as usual and didn’t think a thing about it, next I get call after call from his Dad saying he got a call from someone down the block that had him. She saw he was loose and walking near the canal behind her house. She took him in so I went down about three houses and got him to come home. How he got out of the fencing was a feat from an acrobat or something. He had wiggled under the fence and got out. He was after something that was there near the canal. I built up the fence and sprayed it with deterrent, so he wouldn’t do that again.

The next time my granddaughter was leaving the property and driving down the street by the same canal when she saw him. She pulled over and called to him. He did not have his collar on and that was really strange. She got him to get in the car and she brought him back home. When I got him I noticed he didn’t have his collar on so that was off-putting. We went out back and realized that he scooted under the fence again, but this time his collar got caught and he just pulled his head out of it. I found the collar in the yard when it popped off.

That’s when I got the harness and line.

It’s been a few months since he tried that because he has been in the house a lot since it has been raining so much here and he does not like black clouds, thunder and lightening. That’s a story for another time.

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