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  1. Just to clarify, do you mean he won't lie down, i.e. down or settle, anywhere but his crate? We're not talking about doing a "sit," right?

     

    Others will have more experience, but I'd say for starters, just give him time -- he's very new and still tense/restless. Maybe you could try a treat to lure him into a down on a dog bed? I remember I had to encourage Beth onto the dog bed the first couple of days she was home.

     

    Definitely don't get rid of his crate -- that's his comfortable space very obviously, it would be upsetting for him to take it away.

     

    No, no, no! Not a real sit . Just settle down. :)

     

    Yes, more time. I just want him to be happy. I just wish he would understand when I tell him he's home.

     

    Sonny is so handsome!! Love your siggy pic of him.

    I echo what others have said. A week is not a long time. He will slowly feel more secure in his surroundings, and I'm sure you'll see he'll retreat to the crate less as time passes. With 3 kids at home, definitely do not get rid of his crate! He needs that safe, secure den that's 100% his.

    P.S. I'm a mom of 2 teenage boys, and sometimes I think I'd like to go hide in a crate every once in a while! :lol

     

    Thanks!

     

    OMG...I said that to someone. I wish I had a safe crate like Sonny does!!!!

     

    Thank you everyone for the advice. I just needed reassurance. It's been so long since I had a new dog in the house and all the fosters I had, except for 1, made themselves right at home in no time.

     

    This reminds me of a children's poem/book! And I want a cage, too. ;) Good luck with your boy; he'll be fine.

     

     

    THE TALE OF CUSTARD THE DRAGON

     

    By Ogden Nash

     

    Copyright Linell Nash Smith and Isabel Nash Eberstadt

     

    Belinda lived in a little white house,

    With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,

    And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,

    And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

     

    Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,

    And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,

    And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,

    But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

     

    Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,

    And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,

    Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,

    And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.

     

    Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,

    And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,

    Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,

    But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

     

    Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,

    Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,

    They all sat laughing in the little red wagon

    At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

     

    Belinda giggled till she shook the house,

    And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse,

    Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,

    When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

     

    Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,

    And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.

    Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,

    For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

     

    Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,

    And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,

    His beard was black, one leg was wood;

    It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

     

    Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!

    But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,

    Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,

    And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

     

    But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,

    Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,

    With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm

    He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

     

    The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,

    And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,

    He fired two bullets but they didn't hit,

    And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

     

    Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,

    No one mourned for his pirate victim

    Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate

    Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

     

    Belinda still lives in her little white house,

    With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,

    And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,

    And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

     

    Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,

    And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,

    Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,

    But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

    1936

  2. If your neighbors insist on being morons, you may have to consider muzzling your dog when you are in that area. It'll keep the little "snack sized" dogs safer, and people may think twice when they see your dog looking like Hannibal Lecter. Or find somewhere else to exercise your dog. Document incidents like this, just in case. No one wants to see your dog getting blamed because someone else doesn't bother to control their pup!

  3. Good! I have to stress that the vet didn't see anything wrong with Joe's blood or urine when he had his (presumed) UTI. He got better on antibiotics, worse off them, and all-the-way-better on more antibiotics for a longer duration. Can't hurt, might help, not too expensive! If not the vet you use, then try the rescue's vet. This sounds wrong. I bet he's hurting.

  4. I don't know anything about buying antibiotics at a feed store; I'm in a fairly urban area. I'd call the vet, and say you wanted to try them "just in case". I thought Joe was just being a spaz at first, he was pacing and poking at things and generally just being a pain in the neck. Then I came home from work one day, and he just wasn't right. Not happy to see me, blood shot eyes, etc. We'd been to the vet before that, but nothing had shown up. Decided on the AB's that day as a first step. He got better, then worse after a few days off them. Then we gave him more time on the drugs, and added a second -- maybe two weeks worth (?). He's been fine since.

     

    I have to say that Joe is fantastic about not pottying in the house. He bonks the bedroom door or sticks a cold nose in my face EVERY time he needs to "go". I'm a proud Mommy! :blush

     

    Good luck!

  5. We have Trupanion for Joe - About $50 per month, no deductible. We haven't had it a year yet, and I'm waiting to see an increase mid-winter. I love their customer service; they give frequent e-mail updates when I file a claim, and the checks come fast! We haven't "broken even" this year, but I love having the ability to make the best medical decisions for my dog, even if they're going to cost a fortune. I was terrified that his limp would turn out to be osteo but at the same time felt secure that I'd be able to have him well taken care of without worrying about going into major debt. So far, I've found Trupanion easier to deal with than my own insurance company!

     

     

    I'll be watching this thread.

  6. :yay :yay :yay

     

    Dr. Patel said he didn't need a full dental! He cleaned the grunge off his canines, zapped a couple other spots, and we were all done. (I wasn't even finished shopping in their store.) No charge for the quick cleaning, just for the exam and his shots. AND the doc isn't overly concerned about the mystery limp!

     

    Joe got a nifty red plaid coat that I need to take pictures of. Perfect for the holidays!

     

    We celebrated with Cheeburger Cheeburger followed by a trip to Lambertville and some nice Riverhorse beer. (For folks in the area, they allow dogs in the tasting room. And they have Milky Bones!)

     

    :yay :yay :yay

  7. Oh, dear. Evidently Joe is waaaay spoiled! :P He gets something (duck jerky, milk bone, leftover breakfast) when we leave in the morning, something else when I leave after lunch, and many somethings at night (little biskie, more duck jerky, pizza bones, leftover dinner). Sometimes a pig ear, bully stick, or stuffed kong. Oh, and when we take him to an outdoor restaurant we usually stop at fancy pet store and get him a nice cookie. Then he shares our dinner. :huh Did I mention the occasional Mickey D's cheeseburger?

     

    Despite our efforts, he's not obese. But he is a tyrant.

  8. Joe's going to NGAP for a dental tomorrow. His breath is less-than-sweet! He hasn't had one since I've had him, so I'm a little nervous -- but I know that's one of their specialities and he'll be fine. I'm also going to take in his records from my vet and the ortho-guy; maybe NGAP will be able to shed some light on Joe's mystery knee/back problem. Send any spare good thoughts his way, please! He's currently telling us that he's starving (no after dinner treats tonight!) and alternating pathetic-underfed-eyes with major stink-eye. :rolleyes:

     

    Zombie Joe's soon to be clean chompers:

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