Wolf

One day while we were living in Virginia,a big dog showed up at our house.  He was friendly, looked something like a St. Bernard, so we invited him in.  He made himself right at home, and he and Caesar were fine together.  Just to have something to call him we gave him the name “Wolf.”  He didn’t have a collar or tag, so we started trying to find out where he belonged.  The first time we let him outside to go to the bathroom, we realized how he had gotten away from his owner—that dog could jump the 4-foot fence like a deer.   Neither Brutus nor Caesar had ever been able to do anything like that, but Wolf certainly could.  We called our vet’s office and asked them to put a Found card on their bulletin board, and within a day or two, Wolf’s owner came to claim him.  Actually, his real name was Olaf, so we weren’t too far off.

  

Caesar Moves to California

Caesar moved with us to California, riding in the van with Mac and Dan, while Mike followed in the Corvette.  They said they stopped one night at a motel with a window air conditioner.  It made the room so cold they were all huddled in blankets, just freezing, but Caesar was lying right in front of it, loving it.

Caesar tried to go through the tiny doggy door at our house on Denise Place,tearing the door off the hinges and wearing it around his neck.  We wanted to keep him out of the pool area because of all the hair.   We had a side door where we could let him out into our very small side yard, and that was his bathroom.  I used to leave notes for the boys about what chores they had to do, and one of them was “Clean up DS.”  I’m sure you can figure out what that stands for.   Once he somehow got into our pool area, broke through our wooden fence, went into the neighbor’s yard and either jumped or fell into their pool.  I found him there, desperately dog paddling, unable to get out, until the neighbor and I were able to get him around to where the steps were.   He climbed out, shook himself violently, and hurried back home with me.