Tino Mischief: Episode 476
If you follow SlimDoggy, you know the stories of our dogs, particularly Tino who we rescued in the late 90’s. Tino was quite a character and turned into a great family pet, but when he first came to us he was not a ‘domesticated’ dog. He tolerated us being around, caring for him and his brother Bernie, but there wasn’t much interaction. They both had distemper at the time and were very sick. Bernie eventually passed due to the disease and I worried Tino would not adjust to life without him, but he was fine.
Since we had Sally at the time and couldn’t expose her to Tino & Bernie, they slept in our breezeway and had free reign of the backyard. I’ve often said that Tino preferred the open space to being indoors, but eventually the weather got cold (as cold as it gets here in SoCal) and I didn’t want to leave him outside. We fixed up a spot right inside the door and he started sleeping in the vestibule. We put up a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs so he couldn’t go up to the main living area during the night and he settled into the new sleeping arrangements.
During the day he was outside, occasionally he would come upstairs to the main living area and say hello, but mostly he kept to himself and his mischief, while renowned for it’s creativity, was pretty subdued.
About a year after we got Tino, Sally had to have elbow surgery – she had elbow dysplasia. It was a pretty serious surgery, big full incision and some heavy duty pain killers. About the 3rd night after we brought her home, the vet had instructed us to take her Fentanyl patch off. Shortly after we did, she started acting very weird. First she threw-up, then she started acting almost like she was drunk, very wobbly and spacey, wouldn’t focus on us, couldn’t walk…it was really scary.
Steve picked her up, we ran out the front door and off to the Emergency Vet. Everything turned out fine with Sally, it was just a bad reaction to the removal of the patch and the medication and we returned home a few hours later.
We were a little nervous about having left Tino alone for so long, but it was the middle of the night and we figured he would just sleep. We were pleased to see that other than his bed being in disarray as if he scratched at it to make a little nest, all was well.
That is until about a month later I noticed the top of the half-wall that served as the ‘bannister’ to go up to the main level of the house. The top was totally scratched and gouged. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, but the paint hadn’t been scratched, just deep gouges in the wood. The only thing I could imagine happening is when we left in our crazed state the night Sally was sick, Tino must have become a bit frantic himself and decided he need to get upstairs and was trying to get up around the baby gate by jumping up onto the half-wall.
Why he wanted upstairs, I don’t know as he rarely came up there – maybe he thought we weren’t coming back and he was going to check out the food situation.
The poor thing must have had a time of it. He didn’t make it over the gate, and he seemed fine when we got home, but that must have been a scary time for him and a sight to see.
Shortly after that, we took the baby gate down and over the years Tino worked his way up from the vestibule into the living room, into our bedroom and eventually up onto the bed alongside Sally.
How about you – your dogs get into mischief that you don’t even find for days or weeks?