that which goes around
Although Dexter doesn’t really care for West grabbing him by the scruff all the time …
He continues to vomit mercilessly in my car, so today we bought some Gravol to see if that might help. He has an uncanny ability to vomit approximately two minutes from our destination, whether the trip takes an hour or 10 minutes – just enough to get my hopes up that he’s outgrowing it.
our biggest hurdle is going to be his fear of strangers. All strangers are very, very scary indeed, and must be growled at.
Men strangers are worse than women strangers, but women strangers are not so awesome either. The past couple of days he came to work with me because I don’t trust him not to pee in my house when left to his own devices for 10 or 11 hours a day, and he spent it behind the reception desk where he hid under the desk every time someone came into the shelter. Strangers whose hands he licked 20 minutes ago, with encouragement from me, were scary again the next time he saw them. We definitely have some work ahead of us in this regard.
I, however, have hope that all will be well with West down the road. I have this confidence, because I also have a TWooie, who continues to make great strides in his repatriation into Normal Dogville. Last night, for the first time EVER in the history of the TWoo, of his own volition he joined me and Wootie on the bed. Previous to this, TWoo could not even be convinced to sleep in the same room as the rest of us, and spent his nights on a dog bed in the living room. He’s obviously not been allowed on furniture in his past lives, as he still won’t get up on the sofa even. But last night, he took the mighty plunge and got up on the bed, where he stayed the whole night.
It makes me all melty that TWooie is getting comfortable enough to break out his weird little mold in these small ways. Nevertheless, he still has lots to learn. I love that he wanted to curl up with his family at bed time, but he’s an unabashed bed hog and I woke up this morning clinging to approximately 1/8th of my queen sized bed, with his paws up my nose and in my eye. He has not mastered the art of sharing. He also snores and wheezes like a pig with pneumonia, like 2 inches from my head.
This morning, when I stepped outside of the house with the dogs, it immediately started to pee rain upon us, even though it had not rained all morning. It poured more or less mercilessly for the entire hour we were outside.
It stopped raining about 12 seconds before my feet hit the porch on the way back inside, and has been sunny and warm ever since. Of course. The rain is good mole-hunting weather (or at least, TWooie dug one up on our last sort of rainy morning outing, so he thinks it may have something to do with the weather. And as an aside, may I just say how sad it is when the dogs catch a mole? Because moles don’t make any noise, right, so there’s no terrified screeching or anything as it sits there in TWoo’s jaws – it just waves its little legs around helplessly. Like a very small, hairy, dying mime. And for the record, I did try to convince TWooie to trade me the mole for a cookie, so I could return it to its earthy home, but TWooie would not give it up until he’d snapped its little neck, upon which he deposited it on my shoe. I said “no thank you, I’ve changed my mind,” so the WooTWoo shared a breakfast mole).
And of COURSE they both immediately hopped up on my bed to dry themselves off.
NO YOU ARE NOT!
As I launder my bed things, I’ll just ask for your input though. So West is obviously a pretty fearful dog, and is often frightened by strange things, but what he is not frightened of is noise. I would kind of expect a dog with his level of anxiety to be noise sensitive, and yet he is cheerfully oblivious to most sounds. Cars backfiring or honking, thumping, drumming – not even the big BOOT sound of me kicking the soccer ball startles him at all.
(unlike SOME dogs I know)
I wonder if he hears much? he definitely hears some things, and is starting to learn his name, I just find him somewhat slow to react to most noises unless they are quite high pitched. He doesn’t even look at the clicker noise, which has kind of stalled our plans to utilize it in his rehab. Do you think maybe he is partially deaf? Or is he just one of those dogs for whom motion is potentially scary, but noises are not? Maybe he is so focused on scary motion that he doesn’t pay attention to the noises?
Tonight he will meet some of my dog-savvy friends at agility class. Piper gets her ear stitches out tomorrow, so she is cleared to go back to class tonight.