|Casa de Lucky, insulated with hay.|
As soon as I shut the gate and began to walk away, the whimpering started. Him being the part Plott Hound that he is, he has a very gutteral, deep howl. I think half of his temper tantrum is from his young age and the other may be from being in a new, unfamiliar location.
|King Lucky atop his Pride Mountain.|
That's when I caught a glimpse of where he was poking his head through the fence and decifered the most recent escape tunnel. I sealed it up with bailing wire and we're back on task. But I'm not sure what temperature he can withstand at night. We still have snow on the ground and I haven't run an extension power cord out to the coral yet. Without having a heat lamp near his dog house, I'm not sure what his tolerance would be.
I went back into the house and felt triumphant as he wasn't howling away. I was surprised when I returned to check on him to find him perched ON TOP of the dog house...soaking up the sun's rays like a lion basking in the African sun.
Of course, he escaped a few hours later. So that is the state of affairs on Lucky. He has a new home and plenty of room to run, he just needs to adjust to it.