worked on the hot wire on the back yard and got it working. I put the dogs (3) on the porch most of the day. Since my husband died, when I leave, I put Trip on the porch because he jumps the fence. The two dogs Trip was raised with died and it was heartbreaking watching him nose bumping Polly, the Australian Shepherd, pulling her fur with his teeth, trying to get her up. We cried for losing Polly, then cried harder watching Trip. He guarded her while we dug her grave, then laid on her grave the rest of the day. When we took Parker to the vet, Trip tried to jump in the truck to go too. Parker's insides were eat up with cancer (we didn't know). The vet called us and we put Parker down. Trip was heart broken again. So when BJ didn't come back, I think Trip knew. But there was no physical body, BJ was cremated. There was no way for me to show the dogs what happened to their Daddy. Trip is anxious, wants to be close to me, like 125 pounds of Great Pyrenees in my lap, and when I leave, he jumps out looking for me. So I close him up on the porch.