CALDWELL- 11 MOS. OLD
Caldwell arrived at Oz with two young males and his little sister. Caldwell and his little sister looked so much alike that in the beginning the only way I could tell them apart was that he was as outgoing as his sister was shy. He was a year old, full of himself and puppy energy. He was so happy to be her, he came bouncing out of his crate, and continued to bounce all the while he was at Oz. One of the first things that he noticed was a volley ball. He loved toys, but that ball was so exciting because it moved! He spent hours chasing it, and jumping on it. One morning, I was sad to see the ball had gone flat during the night, and thought poor little Caldwell will be so sad to see his ball is ruined. Well he wasn't sad at all, in fact he was thrilled. Now he could shake it, throw it in the air, and jump on it when it landed. He really loved that ball!
CALDWELL AND HIS BALL
In no time at all, he was walking the trails all around Oz. He loved the new smells and often took the time to just stand with his little nose in the air drinking in the scents that surrounded him. Everything that moved excited him and he didn't care if it were a deer moving first thing in the morning or a leaf blowing by. It was an adventure and he was fearless!
Thinking that Caldwell was fearless, you can imagine my surprise at his reaction to his first bath. Now, I've been told that little boys don't like baths, but this was far more than that, he was terrified. When I first put him into the sink he didn't act scared at all, in fact he acted curious, he stood in the sink stretching to look out. The minute that I turned on the water he went crazy. He began screaming and struggling, trying to jump out of the sink. At first I thought that maybe the water was too hot, so I checked it and found that it was just warm. He turned and attacked the sprayer hose ripping the end right off; I have never had any dog act like that. He screamed as though he was in pain, struggling like he was fighting for his life, and yelped throughout his bath. It was terrible, and by the time that I had given him his first bath I was soaked to the skin, the pole barn was wet, and my arms were all scratched. After it was over I wrapped him in warm towels, held him and comforted him. He was so terrified that it took a very long time to calm him down. Poor little Caldwell wasn't fearless after all, he was afraid of baths. He was quick to forgive me and in no time at all it was forgotten, and he was back to racing around playing as though it never happened.
CALDWELL PLAYING AFTER HIS BATH
A few days later I told VP of Intakes for Col. Potter about Caldwell's first bath. She told me that he had been caught mating with a female and I can't help but think that someone probably turned a hose on them trying to separate them. No wonder Caldwell acted so frightened of my hose sprayer; he remembered the pain and the fear. Poor little Caldwell.
Return next week for Cicero's story.