I'm BAAAAAAACK!!!
Pooh here. Did you miss me?
OK, here's the story....I was adopted into a loving home and then I pulled a knucklehead move. I bit my adoptive mom when she was trying to take a *treasure away from me. (* treasure = something I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to have.)
Anyway, I sat in quarantine for 10 days and then back in to RAGOM's care at a boarding facility. My current foster mom and dad came to visit me and decided that I could stay with them until I found my forever home. You see, they were confident that they could live with and hopefully help me with my guarding issues because they were trained very well by their beloved RAGOM dog Kirby 02-064, to keep "stuff" picked up if you didn't want it stolen and guarded. Oh, yeah, if Kirby didn't think he was getting enough attention, he'd grab the kitchen washcloth and prance around in front of his mom and dad....but when he finally realized that they were no longer interested in playing his keep away game, he dropped the cloth and found a bone to chew on instead. Mom says she only wished he would've put the cloth back where he found it.....and then there was the time when he got the garbage can cover stuck on his head....OK, enough about Kirby.
Back to me. Other than the little guarding thing, I'm the perfect dog. I'm about as mellow as a Golden gets. I take treats very nicely. No potty accidents for this boy. OK, I can be a little stubborn. If I'm not sure I want to do something or get confused about what is being asked of me, I lay down and roll over....all 89 pounds of me turns to lead. Oh, one more thing, I listen like a rock... OK, I guess I do have faults, but nobody's perfect.....
I LOVE outside. In fact, all day today, I have been hanging in the garage with my foster dad. I'm being the manager while he's installing cabinets. I pretty much just sleep on the cool floor while he sweats. Yep, life is good.
I've had two guarding incidents here at my foster home so far. One time, I grabbed the Poodle's belly band when we came in from going potty. I ran right to my kennel and when mom came near, I growled. She sat down and talked to me and finally I dropped it. The second time, I took a little stuffed bed into my kennel. That time, Mom started talking to me but then decided to do the "trade" thing. So, she got up to get a treat, and darned if I didn't follow her. I wonder if I thought she didn't want to play so what fun is it to guard something if no one else wants it.....
Having told you my story, foster mom says I can't act flippantly about my resource guarding. It's a real thing and I do have teeth so I am able to hurt people. I will need a firm alpha forever family that's going to gently remind me that I'm not the boss and also keep their "stuff" picked up and supply me with adequate toys for my chewing pleasure. I've not had any issues with the resident dogs at my foster home - I guess everyone knows to respect each others play time. I don't even care that the little blind dog runs in to me sometimes. I can tell she's harmless. I think the cats are pretty cool too.
Gotta run. I'm sure it's almost dinner time...
TTFN. Pooh Bear
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