I first saw his adorable muzzle in a Craigslist ad that sounded desperate. The ad was sparse, not much information to speak of, and only a couple of photos, but my instincts were buzzing. There was something immediate and absolute about this dog, and I knew I needed to act fast.
The lady who picked up the phone told me his story of abandonment and abuse. He had been left for dead, abandoned inside a locked fenced box with no food, water, or shelter, and no way to get out to seek help back in mid May. The neighbors pitched in, got him out of the cage, and took turns feeding him until a foster home could be found for him. By the beginning of July, the search for a home for him intensified, and the foster home target moved towards the bay area, because where he was located, (northern California rural region) had been exhausted of potential homes.
To see him, the neighbors had to transport him down to the bay area, a three-hour drive, and left him with a friend in the peninsula region of the south bay. We immediate drove there as soon as we got word he had been transported into town.
When we got there, doggie woggie ran to us and started rubbing his head on us. There was no question in our mind that we would take him back with us. When we got home, he ran around the house, sniffed at everything, ran upstaris, sniffed some more, and then started baying and howling and barking and playing with us. He seemed so excited to be in the house.
We fed him, took him for a walk, and then we gave him a bath afterwards. This is a dog that has been chained up in a small cage for all of his life. He was such a happy dog, he kept running back and forth, between me and Wayne, and he kept gumming my hands and arms—-not biting, just gently gumming me.
He stole a roll of toilet paper. ran around with it. Wayne took his new toy from him, wouldn’t let him play with it. After he dried from his bath, his fur was soft and very shimmering, especially on the white ticking parts. He was so tired, he fell asleep, not on the bed we put for him, but on the rug next to the open patio sliding glass door.
I think it’s because he’s not used to sleeping on a bed, and he’s used to sleeping outside. We left the sliding glass window open for him at night so he could be more used to sleeping inside. It has a screen door so no bugs can come in. Wayne suggested that we call him Gilligan—-so Gilligan it became. He doesn’t quite look like a Gilligan, but if I keep calling him Gilligan, we will all get used to it.
The very next day, we took him to the vet. Gilligan was proclaimed healthy as a horse by the vet, if rather on the bony side. Vet and techs loved him and said he is a gorgeous basset. Vet said it’s a shame that he is going to be neutered because he looks so gorgeous. He behaved quite well, especially since this was the first vet visit in his life.
Tuesday is neuter/chip day where he gets to spend the whole day with his vet at the hospital. I don’t like the thought of cutting him and taking off part of his male anatomy, but I am told that this is suppose to be good for him, so I quietly acquiesce. Photos of his head in a cone will be posted as soon as I take them.