My guess is that she was always an outdoor dog based on her behavior. She has always just gone where she lives so doesn't get going outside versus inside and my guess is that she's afraid to go outside in case she's left there for good. As for how she's acting around you, I'd bet my life that she's just over protective of your Sister. She was rescued by her and she knows she has a good life now because of her. Be careful when your sister isn't there. It could go one of two ways. She'll either be completely different without her there and want lots of love and attention from you, or she could get even more territorial and aggressive if confronted alone in the house. The more you go there and get her familiar with you and familiar with her knowing you belong in the house, the better.
Give her time. She'll eventually adjust. It just takes time.
My BIL set up a "line" that runs down their yard from the trees. He put her on it, went inside, and she peed outside. I guess she just wanted privacy.
I can tell shes unsure about me and my motives. I am nervous about being alone with her-we havent reached that point yet. Shes a big dog and if she bit me, it would do a lot of damage. I dont want to admit it but Im scared of her.
I will have to go over there more before we both feel comfortable. Usually I can read body language to tell what a dogs thinking-but shes got a poker face.
I kind of got the "oh god this bitch again" vibe from her today
My hubby and I went glamping this past week and took our 16-year-old Yorkie, Stormy, with us. While we were there I could sense something wasn't right with Stormy; he was sluggish and wanted to sleep all the time. We got home this past Saturday and I took Stormy out to the bathroom. As I picked him up to bring him into the house, he went completely limp in my arms. I laid him down on an ottoman in our living room he sleeps on each night when we are watching television. He was breathing but still limp. He then had a bowel movement so I cleaned him up. A few minutes later he seemed fine again.
Fast forward to Monday morning. My hubby took Stormy out to the bathroom and ran he ran to the water bowl after coming back inside. After a couple of minutes, my husband (getting his coffee) found Stormy laying flat on the ground in the laundry room. We rushed him to the vet (a friend of my husband's) and he was found to be in heart failure. The vet was honest and told us he was very concerned about Stormy and that he would run some tests and asked to keep him for the day, but reiterated that he was 'very, very sick'. Reluctantly, we returned home...crying and crying. I was unable to work so I simply went to bed and put my head under the blanket. Stormy is literally the 'love of my life' and I was heartbroken beyond words.
Luckily, the meds did 'the trick' and Storm was able to come home yesterday afternoon with us. The vet said he had a 50/50 chance of living through the night...well, Storm is alive this morning!!! The vet also said he likely will be able to live a few more days or possibly even another couple of weeks. I am thankful to have him home and just want my baby to rest and be comfortable. It is terrible when something happens to our babies and people without pets often do not understand.
Bewitching, I am so, so sorry. I know how much you love your babies, and how lucky they are to have you. I am glad you got some extra time to spend with Stormy. I hope you get much more quality time than the vet forecast-sending you guys good thoughts!
Thank you, friends. He just got back from the vet, as he was not eating anything and we were unable to put his meds (2 cardiac and 1 diuretic) in his mouth otherwise. They were able to do so and the vet said he was very surprised he made it through the night. My husband asked him to be honest on the prognosis (they are long time friends) and the vet said he might live another couple of days or even a couple of weeks. We are just keeping my baby comfortable (he is sleeping in my office right now).
He's adorable! Again, I'm so sorry. Just try to enjoy every second with him and take in every thing he does so that you can smile and remember it later. It's so freaking hard to lose them.
Ah. What a love! I'm so sorry you are dealing with this. We've lost two this horrible year. The only good thing was we got to spend some extra time with them while working from home.
It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.
Bewitching, how is Stormy doing?
I sent you a rep earlier, but I forgot to sign it because I keep thinking you are preemie.
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What a sweet little angel face. Hoping Stormy is resting comfortably.
Glad Cleo is showing great strides, RBW!
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Just call me the Fire Dog!
All dressed up for Halloween. Mom says we won't be bark-o-treating this year, too cold and way too scary out but she thought I'd appreciate a costume. Reader! I do not.
What a cutie, Puzzld!
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My smart cat fell through the ceiling of our basement bathroom. She seems fine but my husband is pissed.
We can't figure out how she's getting into the laundry room then into the ceiling. We probably should set up a camera or something.
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