Allie has now been living with us for 6 days. In that time, I've found that she has quite a few fears. Neighbor Larry only has to be in his back yard to send her right back into the house at break time. Ceiling fans are not to be trusted. She won't eat or drink if she thinks I will see her.
Even though she's still dragging a leash, I have to let her circle the dining room table 3 or 4 times every time I want to catch her. She's so fearful that she doesn't seem to think, but merely repeats patterns almost obsessively.
But for now, I just try to be patient. I tell myself it's good exercise for her to run around the table, that it's making her joints more elastic and stronger. She seems to be doing well with housebreaking, though a roll of paper towels has taken up permanent residence on the dining room buffett.
I decide it's time to put Allie in the huge penthouse crate. She might have some accidents in it, but I think it will help her adjust to bigger spaces. And maybe prevent some of the nighttime barking that occurs when she misses Dulcie and Allie.
Tonight, after she's been safely tucked into her crate and I'm settled down to read, I hear a strange sound. When I look up, Allie is actually playing with her bedtime biscuit! I'm thrilled, as it is another positive sign she's feeling more at home.
Tonight, after she's been safely tucked into her crate and I'm settled down to read, I hear a strange sound. When I look up, Allie is actually playing with her bedtime biscuit! I'm thrilled, as it is another positive sign she's feeling more at home.
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