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I'm so soory for your loss of Rocky, a little guy with a big presence

very beautiful Marc...she was loved a lot and so will be missed a lot

good girl

Interesting...Ben and Brooke's kibble isn't mentioned so it must not include Cdn manufacturers. Thanks for posting.

such a sweet handsome guy...I'm so sorry for all of you who knew and love Eric.

I'm so sorry for your loss of Faster. It's a very beautiful tribute to your special boy.

I'm so sorry. I was really hoping the mass was treatable. My sympathy to all who knew and loved him.

I can't answer your questions directly, but I can offer our experience. When we brought Ben home we never put a muzzle on him or Bailey. We didn't muzzle when we brought Brooke home either. We never have to muzzle our dogs whether they are in the car, house or yard. They don't snark or growl at each other. Not everyone will agree and I'm sure others will respond differently. We were told by our foster family that Ben loved his crate. After listening to him cry, we took it down...same with Brooke. We assembled it and showed it to her but she seemed afraid to go in. So we took it down after a few minutes because she preferred the pillows. Ours not only can share a water bowl, they can also share a food bowl. I've never had any difficulties adding a new pup to the pack. Basically, we just let them work it out such as what dog bed they want to lay on, etc. I've found that if one gives a low growl, the other backs off, so they are able to work out their issues without needing us to step in, but we're always there to prevent it from escalating (it never has). There's lots of posts with info about growling as a form of communication you may wish to search which will provide addtional info on behaviour issues. I'd search the training and behaviour threads...lots of good info there. I may have totally different views than others, but our pups are very well-behaved and have always gotten along well. We only have 2 though, so our pack is small. I imagine the dynamics are quite different with larger packs.

Are you planning on attending the GRA picnic this Saturday.

June is such a sad month for you...I miss them both too!

Marc, I'm so sorry for your loss.

I am so sorry for your loss of Amaya.

Deb and John, I'm so sorry for your loss...even if she was small she held a big place in your heart.

Sheila, I'm so sorry for your loss of Angel.

I don't have a lot to add, just wanted to point out that it sounds like you put all the blame on Ari. Please look at your actions here too so you can avoid this in the future. We have the most gentlest hounds ever at home and I can touch them while they are sleeping on their beds without an issue, but i still make sure they are awake first. I don't like to be startled, so I don't expect they do either. Have you read this article from kathlen Gilley? This breed has never been asked to do anything for itself, make any decisions or answer any questions. It has been waited on, paw and tail. The only prohibition in a racing Greyhound's life is not to get into a fight----------------or eat certain stuff in the turn out pen. Let us review a little. From weaning until you go away for schooling, at probably a year and a half, you eat, grow and run around with your siblings. When you go away to begin your racing career, you get your own "apartment," in a large housing development. No one is allowed in your bed but you, and when you are in there, no one can touch you, without plenty of warning. Someone hears a vehicle drive up, or the kennel door being unlocked. The light switches are flipped on. The loud mouths in residence, and there always are some, begin to bark or howl. You are wide awake by the time the human opens your door to turn you out. A Greyhound has never been touched while he was asleep. You eat when you are fed, usually on a strict schedule. No one asks if you are hungry or what you want to eat. You are never told not to eat any food within your reach. No one ever touches your bowl while you are eating. You are not to be disturbed because it is important you clean your plate. You are not asked if you have to "go outside." You are placed in turn out pen and it isn't long before you get the idea of what you are supposed to do while you are out there. Unless you really get out of hand, you may chase, rough house and put your feet on everyone and everything else. The only humans you know are the "waiters" who feed you, and the "restroom attendants" who turn you out to go to the bathroom. Respect people? Surely you jest. No one comes into or goes out of your kennel without your knowledge. You are all seeing; all knowing. There are no surprises, day in and day out. The only thing it is ever hoped you will do is win, place or show, and that you don't have much control over. It is in your blood, it is in your heart, it is in your fate-- or it is not. And when it is not, then suddenly you are expected to be a civilized person in a fur coat. But people don't realize you may not even speak English. Some of you don't even know your names, because you didn't need to. You were not asked or told to do anything as an individual; you were always part of the "condo association?; the sorority or fraternity and everyone did everything together, as a group or pack. The only time you did anything as an individual is when you schooled or raced, and even then, You Were Not Alone. Suddenly, he is expected to behave himself in places he's never been taught how to act. He is expected to take responsibility for saying when he needs to go outside, to come when he is called, not to get on some or all of the furniture, and to not eat food off counters and tables. He is dropped in a world that is not his, and totally without warning, at that. Almost everything he does is wrong. Suddenly he is a minority. Now he is just a pet. He is unemployed, in a place where people expect him to know the rules and the schedule, even when there aren't any. (How many times have you heard someone say, He won't tell "me when he has to go out. What kind of schedule is that?) Have you heard the joke about the dog who says "My name is No-No Bad " Dog. What's yours? To me that is not even funny. All the "protective barriers are gone. There is no more warning before something happens. There is no more strength in numbers. He wakes up with a monster human face two inches from his. (With some people's breath, this could scare Godzilla.) Why should he not, believe that this someone for lunch? (I really do have to ask you ladies to consider how you would react if someone you barely knew crawled up on you while you were asleep?) No, I will not ask for any male input. Now he is left alone, for the first time in his life, in a strange place, with no idea of what will happen or how long it will be before someone comes to him again. If he is not crated, he may go through walls, windows or over fences, desperately seeking something familiar, something with which to reconnect his life. If he does get free, he will find the familiarity, within himself: the adrenaline high, the wind in his ears, the blood pulsing and racing though his heart once again--until he crashes into a car. Often, the first contact with his new family is punishment, something he's never had before, something he doesn't understand now, especially in the middle of the rest of the chaos. And worst of all, what are the most common human reactions to misbehavior? We live in a violent society, where the answer to any irritation is a slap, punch, kick, whip, or rub your nose in it. Under these circumstances, sometimes I think any successful adoption is a miracle. He is, in effect, expected to have all the manners of at least a six-year old child. But, how many of you would leave an unfamiliar six-year old human alone and loose in your home for hours at a time and not expect to find who knows what when you got back? Consider that if you did, you could be brought up on charges of child abuse, neglect and endangerment. Yet, people do this to Greyhounds and this is often the reason for so many returns. How many dogs have been returned because they did not know how to tell the adopter when they had to go out? How many for jumping on people, getting on furniture, counter surfing, separation anxiety, or defensive actions due to being startled or hurt (aka growling or biting)? So, let's understand: Sometimes it is the dog's fault" he cannot fit in. He is not equipped "with the social skills of a six-year old human. But you can help him.

She's so beautiful! Welcome

Awwwwwww...por Beau. Hoping he's feeling better quickly. Hope Elsie is ok too.

no advice Robin, just hoping this works for her and she's feeling good as new and a for you because I know you're worried

He is sooooooooo adorable.

I also remember...hard to believe it's been 3 years though...thinking of you today Beryl

I disagree here but I'm not an expert. You've rewarded her with treats for misbehaving so that might be a little difficult now since you've reinforced bad behaviour. If she got off the sofa when you asked, then a treat would be a reward. I would immediately start with NILF and find a really good behaviourist to work with again since it sounds like you're on your own. There's lots of threads about aggression here too and of course many books. I'd also suggest looking up old posts from Giselle here on GT. She has lots of expertise.

It brings tears to my eyes just reading about it...what a lovely way to honour her.

I'm so sorry for your loss of your much loved Red.

I think both Neylasmom and Goofydog here on GT found that if their grey saw them leave, they were ok. Perhaps one of them will see this thread. When we first adopted Ben his foster mom said he loved his crate. After listening to him cry for 20 minutes, we took the crate down. We did the same thing for Brooke, set up the crate for her and she wanted nothing to do with it. Is Rocky able to see outside when you leave?

Welcome to GT!