Minutes after Sierra’s adoption was complete, we went home with Beauford T. Justice, a beagle/basset mix named after Smokey and the Bandit’s Buford T. Justice.
Gambit was along for the ride because he deals better with his foster siblings leaving him if he sees the hand off and promptly decided Beauford was his new boyfriend.
Since it was apparent that Beauford loved people and my husband wanted to go to campus during the football game that day, we walked the dogs to campus. Beauford wanted to have a meet and greet with every single person downtown that day, and he was a hit.
While Beau got along well with Gambit, we were certain this two-year-old boy hadn’t been an inside dog previously. I figured this wouldn’t be a big issue since he was an adult and had probably started to calm down. Bad assumption.
We never were able to determine whether he was smart and extremely stubborn or just didn’t pick up on things quickly, but it was not easy to get Beau accustomed to living in a house.
Normally, for the safety of our couches, other furniture, and dog beds, we keep Gambit and the current foster separated with a baby gate. Play time, while harmless for our belongings when we are home, is guaranteed to be destructive when unsupervised. When separated, the dogs just curl up on their beds and snooze.
Unfortunately, we have nowhere to mount or even securely place the gate, so this arrangement requires both dogs to have a healthy respect for the gate and to be unwilling to knock over the trash can next to the gate.
Gambit was a non-issue. When Gambit was little, he managed to knock the gate onto himself. For a while, he was afraid of the gate, and that fear turned into acknowledgement of the gate with a refusal to touch it. To this day, he will slowly and gently retrieve a toy that has landed against the gate, taking care not to disturb the gate in the process.
Beau was unwilling to respect the baby gate. However we tried to rig the gate to keep it from moving, Beau found a way around it. If it was propped up on both sides, he would slide it. If it was lashed to a chair that was keeping it from being knocked over and blocked from sliding, he would manage to push a corner forward and escape that way.
Now, Beau running around in the same room as Gambit wouldn’t have been an issue except he had a tendency to chew on anything he could find except for furniture. Shoes, clothing and trash were fair game. We are accustomed to puppy proofing, but my husband regularly forgets to put a thing or two out of the dogs’ reach. Gambit knew by now what was off-limits, so it made the most sense to just separate the dogs.
One morning, I was trying to sleep. To say that I am not a morning person would be a massive understatement. Beauford, being a hound mix, was making a racket and escaping repeatedly.
He already had breakfast and went out before my husband left for campus. I set the baby gate to be makeshift rigged to ridiculous proportions, intending to wake up for good just a few minutes later. Beauford cried it out a bit but soon quieted down.
In short, Beau chewed through the almost new pink leash I’d gotten for Sierra and showed up next to the bed.
Once this happened, I thought it might be best to crate train Beauford before he chewed through something more dangerous. My husband and I had never used crates before. Although we know that a lot of people swear by crate training and it ends up just being the dog’s safe spot, we had a completely unjustified aversion to crates. Either way, we finally agreed that a crate probably wasn’t a terrible idea for Beau.
My husband didn’t make it to the animal hospital the next day to pick up a crate but thought Beau would be okay without it.
A day later, Beauford chewed the plugged in PS2 cord straight off the wall. Thankfully, he was okay, but for his own safety, he promptly got a crate.
Only a couple of days later, Beau and the crate needed to go back to the animal hospital. Beau was supposed to go to an adoption event over the weekend.
He never made it.
Instead, he moved to Tennessee! Shortly after my husband dropped him off, Beauford was adopted by a lady who took him home to live with several other beagles. He lived happily ever after, and I hope her possessions did the same.