Onyx-the debleeted goat dog.
Mrs Fixer was a dog owner trainer at a pet supply chain when a frantic lady came in with a dog saying "somebody please help me with this crazy dog, my husband is going to shoot it". He is part long leg beagle, part gray hound, part black lab and part stranger in the night. His bark is part wounded seal yelp, part long leg beagle. Sometimes he purrs like a cat, sometimes he moos like a cow. No kidding.
We kept finding stuff missing from the kitchen counter, from bedside tables and other parts of the house. Bag of Hersheys miniatures, gone. (must be the kids.) Loaf of bread, dish cloth, plastic container, just odd stuff missing. Turd check revealed bits of poptart box, cloth, hunks of a frisbee. But which dog? We had 3 at the time. We set up a camera and sure enough it was our newest member Onyx. He put his front feet on the counter, looked at the camera (and we believe he winked) and snagged the dish rag which was never seen again.
The day he reached up and started eating the flowers off a magnolia tree we called him our de-bleeted goat dog. He is an awesome trick dog for Mrs Fixer. In the first week we had him he came into the den, laid down next to where I was sitting and commenced to opening up a package of little Debbie cakes…. "whut-thuh?" I grabbed it, threw it in a trash can and he went and grabbed it out and laid back next to me making a "moo" sound. Now by this time we were getting calls from neighbors asking whut-the-heck is that awful sound coming from your back yard. His wounded seal yelp was not a hit in the community at all. By now I'm thinking "no wonder the former owner wanted to shoot him, heck I want to shoot him. He'd see a squirrel 3 doors down and leap fences like hurdles in an Olympic race to go hang out with the squirrel. He'd leap the fence to chase the mailman. Not snarling or nothing but just "hey dude can we play fetch?" type thing.
I had a rose bush vine that needed cutting back and used the cuttings like barbed wire swirls on the top of the chain link fence surrounding our yard. That worked. No more escaping. Oh he'd come right back, but the neighbors were not digging some strange goofy looking dog in their yard. One day he went flying through the house to bark at the mailman and his knee gave out. It was ok after a few days. It gave out again, then again so we took him to get it checked. The vet said his grayhound knees could not support his retriever body. We had the one fixed with a fake tendon. Doc said don't let him use it for a month. Yeah right. I kept him calm and on a leash to go out and do his business. One day he put his bionic leg down and raised his other one to pee. "You can't do that yet dog"……he moo'd at me. At two weeks he was using it like normal. I rehabbed him by walking him up n down his doggy ramp I built 10 laps 3 times a day. He was svelt like a grayhound soon. After 4 weeks I let him loose from his leash and he just acted normal.
The vet said his other leg would fail too. I left the handicap ramp up. Now thinking it was only for a few months I used regular cheap plywood for a deck. Treated lumber left from my pops ramp was used for the girders and trusses. But the deck rotted. I was literally going to take it down when the corona thing broke out. I came home from work and ole Onyx was limping. When standing still he would hold his rear leg off the floor. The guy across the street said "now your crazy dog thinks he's a flamingo?"
On Saturday he started walking on all 4 again but still held his leg up when standing. Yesterday he stood on all four again. In the meantime our governor had issued a stay at home order but I went to HD to get treated plywood for the deck of the ramp. That was the day I did the nose pick "step away from the booger" trick. I had an 8' long sheet of plywood on a cart. Me at the front should have meant 8' to the next customer. But a stranger wanted to chat. Corona was new, toilet paper was gone from store shelves and everybody including me were pretty nervous. But this character was not. So being as nice as I knew how I asked the guy to step away. Then he wanted to show me something on his phone and moves back in. I stuck my finger up my nose, pulled it, straightened my arm out in his direction and said "step away from the booger" "step……away……from the booger!!!"
So there ya have it Archi. You asked what time it was and I explained how to build a clock. But that's the story of Onyx the de-bleeted goat dog/flamingo and a trick to get folks in the grocery store to social distance.