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Well, technically I'm fostering him, tho I've already failed, and he is NOT going elsewhere. Meet Max, a three-year-old Bull lurcher (staffirdshire terrier X Lurcher) He's in between the size of a greyhound/Lurcher and a whippet. My beloved Poppy passed over the bridge in February, so he's the only dog in the house. He was turned in to the Lurcher rescue agency when his owners couldn't look after him any more. He was then adopted out to a couple, who then split up. Furthermore, he left Max with the woman. who then deserted him and their other dog.no food, no water, no heat. (guess he drank out of the everfull white seat in the littlest room. Anyway, someone rescued them and after some pampering and health issues, the doggy skeletor now looks like a dog again, tho I need to hide a few more of his ribs. He has major separation anxiety. Today , day 3 since gotcha day, we finally decided it's ok not to keep watching me all the time and that he can sit in my lounge chair in the living room. I started away training today, went out to water the plants for a couple minutes, he objected vocally to that, but settled fairly quickly. In and out 3 times, longer each, it's a work in progress. he knows some basic commands, Shush, lie down, sit, give me your paw, comes when called, fully house-trained, comes over and gives a little howl. He reserves his barking for strangers ringing the doorbell, and a few dogs he decided he didn't like that we met walking. They gave me a crate that was his 'safe place' and sleeping place, I set it up in the bedroom next to my bed for him with a padded diggy bed inside. When we went to bed, he went into his crate for about 2 seconds, came out and jumped on the bed with me, pushed his pointy nose under the covers and proceeded to push himself as close to me as dog-ily possible. He hasn't gone in the crate since. I think I'll fold it up out-of-the-way tomorrow

It is with great sadness I must announce that My Saluki x Lurcher, Poppy, has, this afternoon, passed over the Rainbow bridge peacefully at the Vets. She had a metastasized cancer that finally caught up with her about 2 weeks ago. I , and the vet thought she'd twisted her spine in a fall, she's been in pain meds since, but today X-rays showed the tumours along her spine and heart. She will be greatly missed. She was a good dog, and loved everybody.

A passing white-van man shouts at you to "Feed that dog!", as you are wondering if you should put him/her on a diet while on walkies.

Poppy has been doing her 'wake-up daddy' call an hour late recently, I'm assuming she's resetting her biological clock early to make sure tomorrow goes well.

Poppy, my saluki x lurcher, off the leash in our Apt. complex's enclosed garden, would head straight for a weeping willow and circle around it, letting the hanging bits scrub her, and not particularly slowly, of a few minutes with a look of bliss on her. Only once per outing. We had a blind man who moved into one of the flats who complained about the hanging bits, so the management trimmed the branches to head height. He moved on a year or two later, the branches grew back and when they touched Poppy's back again she was back in heaven. We had to move 2 years ago, no more weeping willows on our walks. No more bushy back scrubs. She now insists on me scritching, while she stands, her back from head to tail along her spine every evening, accompanied by her bum twerking happily throughout.

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Poppy is also a great listener to my dissertations on life, the universe, and everything and......FOXY! Tally-HO! On our late pre-bed wee-wee walk, is saw two gleaming eyes in my headlamp range. Approaching nearer, it was a large male fox calmly lying down and watching us. at about ten feet Poppy was trying to go into heat seeking missile mode, radar locking on, with me trying to not have my arm wrenched out of its socket. Mr. Renard casually moved another 10 feet to the left and lay down again, watching us. After dragging Her Highness past the chase toy, with only one strangled bark, we proceeded up the hill. On our return Mr. Fox was STILL there, back where we originally saw him. Lying in the exact same spot just behind our communal lounge area (which is shut down due to coronavirus). He finally trotted calmly thru the barbed wire fence border into the pasture next door. (We generally see around 6 sets of eyeballs from the resident foxes in the pasture at night. They usually stay at least 20-30 feet away staring at us.)

Any physical or hormonal changes in your daughter that may have affected her smell? He may think she is a stranger and be wondering where his real friend went.

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Yes, try leaving the door to the crate open & see what happens. If OK archive the crate.

I've been told pure white with blue eyes mammals are almost all deaf, the gene responsible causes all three. Knew a nice neighbour's cat a few years back, all white, blue eyes, deaf as a post. Very friendly.

They still 'lure' course, chase a plastic bag lure on a string pulled by a cranked bicycle wheel. Actual hunting of live animals is frowned on.

My females marked. Just not indoors. Outside they marked EVERYTHING that might possibly have had the attentions of a passing doggy. watching Poppy squatting while also lifting her leg to mark a lighting pole or a bush is really funny. The only dogs I've had that did not ever mark indoors were Blue, my male greyhound Timber, my male terrier.