Well… we are going down hill with Jay-Z. He has figured out where he will get food. But now he starts barking his head off when you are in the pantry getting the food divided into the bowls. He has stopped biting at your pants and now tries to sneak up behind you and stick his nose in your butt.
Stop laughing. At least I shut the door to the bathroom when I take a shower. Neither Duane nor Mike seem to do that as I have heard both of them yelling at Jay-Z right after I hear the water turn off to the showers.
And the stupid dog is now counter surfing in the kitchen and bathroom and taking stuff back to his bed. I haven’t found anything that works with him. I have found that he can’t stand to have you blow in his face. So instead of fussing at him (which doesn’t work) I just blow in his face and stops whatever he is doing.
This dog has to be the dumbest dog I have ever seen. He has not learned a single thing since being here. I can’t get him to know where to go sit to wait for food, can’t get him to learn paw, can’t get him house trained, and can’t get him to stop gathering up all of the toys in the house and guarding them in his bed. About the only thing the dog has learned not to do is bite at my pants leg when I walk near him.
Oh my stars! Jay-Z is a basket case. He cried all night long. But he didn’t piss in his little room created by gating him in the hallway to the bathroom. But I let him out to take him to the back yard and he pissed the moment he got in the hall.
This evening when I got home I lost track of him. When Mike got home from whatever nerd game he is playing (Magic the Gathering? OMG, they actually are using paper cards. And I bet they are dressing up like wizards and sitting on some shag carpeted floor of the color of olive green) he started fussing that there was poop in his office.
Yep… Jay-Z prefers to poop in Mike’s office upstairs. I chuckled. I can’t smell it from my office.
Well, we got the next foster. Jay-Z. He looks like he is about a year old and a mix of some kind of hunting breed and maybe a lab. HART thinks he is a Pointer/Lab Mix. I don’t know.
Before you start thinking he is a good looking dog, remember that you can take over 100 pictures of a troll with a digital camera and one is bound to come out good.
Jay-Z is not new to HART. He was adopted out once before and brought back. After interacting with him for less than an hour I can see why. He has no manners, nips, and is toy aggressive. In less than an hour he had roamed around the house, taken every toy he could find to a bed, pissed on the 150 year old grandfather clock from the German castle, and chewed the rung of an old Lincoln rocker.
This one is going to be a lot of work. Thank goodness I have been studying that “zen” shit. I didn’t lose my temper once even after I realized that the finish on that clock is now destroyed.
The adoption for Harley Venus seems to have been a good one. The vet checks worked out and the home visit worked. She finally has gone to a home that we think can handle her. After a fair amount of work she did turn into a pretty good dog. She is still skittish and aggressive when cornered but is getting better. The new home is aware and they will continue to work with her.
Her neck healed up perfectly and you can’t tell that she was cut up so badly. Her hair has grown in and she is a very handsome dog. After all of the problems we had with her, she stands out as a pretty good horse sized dog. I won’t miss her though.