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I had good results with my girl using Leaks no More. There shouldn't be any reason why it should work differently for a boy. It did take me a while to get the dosage correct Silly me, I tried to use a smaller than recommended dosage. I found that I had to skip a day once a week or so because it stopped working after a few days. But it kept Frosty pretty much dry for a couple of years.

You won't smell it much after she eats it.

My angel Echo was always a pretty picky eater and she was very thin. I found out early that if she missed a meal, she'd miss the next and so on until we had a vet visit to make. She never really liked her breakfast but she usually ate part of it. When she got to about 10, I found that if I cooked a meat and veggie stew and put it in with her kibble, she would eat the whole thing. Eventually she'd get tired of this so I would switch to sardines, venison or some other meat long enough for her to be willing to eat the stew again.

It's been 2 weeks tonight and I still can't get used to her not being here. She liked to sleep in the hallway and every morning I still look for her there. I still grab her food bowl when I'm setting out the meals. In the fabric store, I continue to look for something suitable for her sun dresses which kept her a few degrees cooler in the summer outside. I wish someone would just drop a little shy black girl on my front steps. I'm not sure I have the strength to look for one.

I tied my first greyhound to a doorknob while I assembled his crate. Not a good move. He chewed right through the leash. I would never tie them out in the yard. A couple of x-pens are a wonderful solution, one which we frequently use when we are doing yard work.

http://s272.photobucket.com/user/tim_allison/slideshow/Indus%20Echo

Oh Laura, you're dreaming.

She came to us 9 years ago when my son and I decided to get a second greyhound. We asked our group to find us a black dog because we had heard the black dogs had more trouble getting adopted. They called us and said they had a black girl and she was a 'little shy'. We went to see her at her foster home and she was the most gorgeous dog and so sweet so we packed her up and brought her home. And she was a little shy. Yes indeed she was. We found that she was a lot like an autistic child. We had to leave the room so she would eat, she didn't want us to touch her, she didn't want people to look at her. She would not take treats from our hands for weeks. I'll never forget when we took her to the vet for her first visit. Her nails were long (I wondered why her foster family didn't cut them.) and when my son and I tried to cut them, she screamed, so naturally I asked the vet to do it. I've never heard such screaming. Two vets and an assistant came into the room crying. They were not able to get even one nail done. She was obsessive about her routine. Her walk had to happen every day and it had to happen at the same time. If not, she would whine and refuse to go potty until someone got her leash and took her out, but her food had to be different almost every day. She might eat the same thing for a couple of days but then would stop eating until she got a different delight in her bowl. But she was the most beautiful little girl - a real super model shape and an angelic face - and at home, she was the sweetest little angel ever. She gave sweet little butterfly kisses, she tiptoed behind you and poked with her nose to make sure you knew she was there, she frequently hopped in my bed for morning snuggles, and she never touched anything that was not hers except for the time we found her with a pen and even then I think she found it in her crate. We kept her at home for a year or so with limited outside visits until a dear friend convinced us to let her see the world. So she started going to M&Gs and eventually got so that she could tolerate people and even let very scary children touch her. But she was always terrified of most other dogs, especially those who put their face in hers. Then she did her Tasmanian Devil impersonation. Because of that, we found out who the true dog lovers were. If they understood or accepted her, they were dog lovers. If they jumped back in horror or they accused us of not training her, they were not. (Incidentally, most of the people in our adoption group at the time felt we didn't train her right. Like I could train all that fear out of her.) She always needed a strong confident boy to watch over her. At first it was Stampede and when he left us, we got Idol. She was so much more secure with a protector. When we went to the vet, we all went to the vet. When she got her blood taken, someone was with her and everyone else was waiting for her in the examining room. I really miss this little funny, needy angel. Frosty and Idol just seem too easy. It's too quiet. No one whined to wake me up from my nap this afternoon. No one raced to the food bowl this morning to turn her nose up because she didn't want the meat in her bowl. My flowers did not get sniffed. I really want to help another shy, shy little girl make it through life. Pictures will follow when they are ready.

My Idol had a broken hock with a screw to repair it. He sometimes limps and his hip is a bit lower on that side but he never hangs back. He also has a tendency to have a corn on that foot. I'm having good luck with keeping it under control so it usually doesn't bother him much.

My angel Stampede liked everybody, even the guy up the street who was arrested for killing his wife. But he did growl at one person when my son was walking him one day. Must have been a really bad guy.

Frosty knocked off a nail and we irrigated it every day, put baby socks on to keep her from licking, and put a little Neosporin on it for a couple of days. She doesn't like to run much so we didn't have a problem with that. It now has a little bitty nail on it.

If you have a flea comb, it would probably do a better job than a brush.

I had one with hookworms who had similar symptoms.

You will most likely not be able to see hookworms in feces. They are small and will likely get somewhat digested before they come out. The bad thing about them is that they get encysted and remain in the dog, safe from anything that should kill them. Then at some point in the future, they come up the dogs throat and get swallowed and start an infestation again. I'm wondering if you can ever really get rid of them.

My sweet Stampede used to do that all the time. He would keep pawing until he had enough petting. My little Echo does the cutest thing. She rubs her own nose with her wrist. I guess she's afraid to paw us but it is so adorable.