Milo is our next door neighbor's dog. He is a little Jack Russell Terrier. The summer before last, T came over to see if we would take care of Milo for a month. He was going to join his wife, C, in California who was in the process of bringing her elderly parents back here to live with them. Of course, we agreed and were happy to do so.
Our neighbors moved into their home a couple of months after we moved into ours. They have four boys with their youngest being the same age as our oldest. One New Year's Eve we were all invited to another neighbor's party. This couple has three boys that are all grown with families of their own. Most of our neighbors are quite a bit older than we are. So, we went to this old people party. We played games. And we got to know one another. It was all going swimmingly until C told me that when our kids picked up our dogs' poo they just chucked it over the fence and into their yard. Nice. I didn't tell her her kids smoked in the backyard and flicked their butts into our yard and said bad words. I also learned at that party that C made homemade dog treats for Milo but that one time her sons ate them.
T doesn't really like Milo. He only tolerates him because everyone else loves him. One time we saw Milo running back and forth while the boys threw snowballs at him. They had drawn a bulls eye on his side with colored magic markers. I'd hate to think what they might have done had they not liked him.
T and several of the boys took off at 6 am on a week day. At approximately 6:01 am, Milo started screeching. Yes, he screeches. It is loud and horrible and he just doesn't stop. He makes those noises every time he's not let back in the second he wants to be. We did not know what to do. Eventually, he quieted down. Double Shot and I went over there later in the morning and could not find him anywhere. I started to worry that maybe he stopped screeching because he ran away. Later that day, I went over again and was in their garage... I turned around and he had crept up behind me and was staring at me. It was pretty creepy. I talked to him soothingly but he ran out the doggie door into the backyard.
Milo was so distraught at being left alone that he would have these episode of screeching that would go on for an hour or more at a time. One day after T left, people started banging on my door. They all wanted to know if I knew where T was and what was up with his rotten dog. Suddenly that month looked like it was going to be an eternity. And it was. One of our neighbors even called Animal Control. We talked to the officer and showed him that he had a doggie door into the garage and food and water. The guy that called said that he'd just been left and he could see into the yard and didn't see where the dog even had water. Someone else called another time and they got some nasty notices.
Well, one night it got stormy. Milo was having a fit and it was on a level we'd not heard from him before. My husband and I went over there and thought we'd just have to bring him home with us. We hadn't done that yet because we were afraid of how our dogs would react to him on their turf. We could not get Milo to come in through the doggie door into the garage. We knew he was in the backyard... so we went into the house. He was throwing himself against their sliding glass door and was out of his mind. I thought we'd just let him in and then put him in the garage. Only, when I opened the door he ran all wild into the house and disappeared.
My husband and I went through the house searching for him. We did not know where he went... and then I saw him. He was up on a chair in their living room and he was staring at me like he had when he sneaked up on me in the garage a couple of days before. I felt bad for him because I knew he was scared and he didn't understand why his people were gone. I went over to him and talked to him soothingly. He seemed to ease up a little so I reached toward him to pet him. He let me and after a few moments I went to pick him up so we could take him home with us.
Oh. My. Lord.
That dog turned into a little devil and bit my wrist and then... he... bit my Hoo Hoo! Then he ran off again. Both my husband and I were shaken. We decided devil dog could just stay in the house and we went home. He had broken the skin on my wrist and you could already see a bruise developing. I went into the bathroom and, amazingly, my under britches had holes from his teeth, he had broken the skin and I was bleeding but... there were no holes in my sweat pants. Is that not bizarre?
Well, the remaining 3 weeks we let the dog stay in their house and just went over there to let him out several times a day. He and Double Shot came to an understanding. To this day, when he is out he will come say Hi to Double Shot. However, me and my Hoo Hoo stay far away.