Yup, I'm still here and am slowly overcoming the trauma of being passed to yet another home. I've found a new "home base" that isn't my crate but rather the end of the leather couch in the living room. Seems safe enough and I can occassionally let FM come sit on the couch by me and feed me cheese. She even sneaks a hand over the back sometimes and gives me a head scratch.
Supper last night was yummy and I totally "got it" when all the other dogs were scrambling for the back room where all the crates are at and FM was saying to "kennel up". Great excitement! They were having dinner! So I followed them in and even though I was afraid FM was going to grab me (my greatest fear of all) she just opened the door to my crate and put my food bowl in and told me to go ahead. So I did and nothing bad happened. Everyone here eats really fast so they got out of their crates first. FM let them all outside to potty and could tell I was worried about eating with her in the room, so she just left me and I ate what I could. Not so bad after all! FM seemed pretty happy that I ate since she says I need to gain some serious weight!
Bedtime wasn't so fun. I went in my crate in the room with all the other dogs and FM went to bed. I couldn't see the other dogs (they get covers on their crates to help keep them warm) and I was pretty scared cuz I thought I was alone. FM said that my previous Mom said I would cry in my crate at night unless I was in their bedroom. FM came in and said everything was fine and I needed to relax so she uncovered me but I was still scared so she moved my crate (and me) out into the hallway so I could see the cresteds that sleep out in the family room. That made me feel much better and I went to sleep. FM said she will put my crate out in the family room for now at night so I don't get quite so scared.
This morning FM noticed that I was 1/2 out of the jammies I had on so she did pick me up and try on some others that fit MUCH better. She said they belong to Magic but they will work for me and I won't be getting legs out of them so easy. I just really hate being picked up and wish I could tell FM why it bothers me so.
FM (foster Mom) says I've done really good for a couple days here. I know where the dog door is and have figured out how it works but I do still have accidents when I get worried or can't get outside. She doesn't seem to mind much and said that once I'm on a "schedule" (whatever that is) it won't happen as much. I even let her feed me some more cheese this morning (those Salmon Chummy thingies just weren't very interesting). FM also said she talked to her excellent trainer/friend and she is going to come visit in a couple weeks and help my FM come up with some more ideas how to get me to come out of my shell. That should be interesting.
Meanwhile I've found a second home base, the chair where FM usually sits but she is on the couch today working on the computer and I wasn't comfy staying on the couch with her. Besides, the sun shines on this chair!
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