At the time that I’m writing this, butter has been here a week. The last couple of days haven’t been peaches and cream.
She and Buster have established a rough and tumble, brother-sister relationship. We established a bedtime routine and she pees outside.
However, she continues to go number 2 inside. We have tried multiple methods of re-housebreaking her. Obviously, this is what her prior family meant when they said she needed work. So, we have adjusted mealtime for her and are taking her out hourly.
I’m not a fan of crate training older dogs especially when there are multiple dogs in the house. It feels cruel to let one roam freely while the other has to watch.
She also decided to nibble on my jeans. Basically, she ruined them. I have no idea what prompted her to do this. I scolded her, pointing out the wrong.
I know, wholeheartedly, that this little girl has some HUGE emotional baggage. I have no idea why God picked us to raise her. Truthfully, I have enough issues! But, we were chosen and I’m giving it 100%.