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So, he's gone. And my "frustrated" icon has inexplicably returned.
And, in Guinness' honor, the smoke alarm behind me has started beeping. Beeping smoke alarms really worried him. As did thunderstorms, and we seem to have one rolling in.
About the BBs: Guinness was a RESCUE dog. When RESCUE got him, he was infested with ticks, and almost didn't make the cut - the group had chosen all of their euthanasia list dogs, already, and, when they met Guinness ("Tanner" then), they didn't have any more room. But one of the dogs showed some aggressive tendencies when they took him out for his socialization testing, so they took him back and got Guinness instead.
We were Guinness' first foster home. He was terrified of men - I thought it was because they'd beaten the crap out of him, but it was, apparently worse than that - assholes SHOT AT HIM. If Joe approached him suddenly, he'd go into submissive urination. If Joe approached him slowly, he wanted to be close enough to me to touch me before he'd let Joe come near him.
I wanted him then. But, I went back to Ohio one weekend in April for my grandmother's 75th birthday, and he was adopted that weekend. Two months later, though, he was back. The family that had adopted him wasn't a good fit - which I could have told them if I'd been there. I knew that, while it was likely that he would eventually get used to men and even come to like them, he was always going to be a woman's dog (which was, in fact, what happened), and, with this family, the woman didn't want a dog at all, and the man was the driving force in the decision. So, when he was at work during the day, Guinness was kept outside, which was not good for such a needy dog.
When he came back to RESCUE, the President called us immediately and asked if we wanted to foster him again. I jumped at the chance. And recognized a change as soon as I got him - the man who'd adopted him had really exerted a lot of effort getting him accustomed to men. I wasn't going to let him go again, and we adopted him.
He gave us a lot of joy while we had him. He was a good dog - a loving pet, a good watchdog, gentle and...just all around good.
I had him longer than any other pet for which I had personal responsibility, so far. I'm really going to miss him. So is Joe - while Guinness was my dog, Joe loved him a lot, too. In fact, everyone loved him. Other than his fear of grooming, he was perfect in every way.
And, in Guinness' honor, the smoke alarm behind me has started beeping. Beeping smoke alarms really worried him. As did thunderstorms, and we seem to have one rolling in.
About the BBs: Guinness was a RESCUE dog. When RESCUE got him, he was infested with ticks, and almost didn't make the cut - the group had chosen all of their euthanasia list dogs, already, and, when they met Guinness ("Tanner" then), they didn't have any more room. But one of the dogs showed some aggressive tendencies when they took him out for his socialization testing, so they took him back and got Guinness instead.
We were Guinness' first foster home. He was terrified of men - I thought it was because they'd beaten the crap out of him, but it was, apparently worse than that - assholes SHOT AT HIM. If Joe approached him suddenly, he'd go into submissive urination. If Joe approached him slowly, he wanted to be close enough to me to touch me before he'd let Joe come near him.
I wanted him then. But, I went back to Ohio one weekend in April for my grandmother's 75th birthday, and he was adopted that weekend. Two months later, though, he was back. The family that had adopted him wasn't a good fit - which I could have told them if I'd been there. I knew that, while it was likely that he would eventually get used to men and even come to like them, he was always going to be a woman's dog (which was, in fact, what happened), and, with this family, the woman didn't want a dog at all, and the man was the driving force in the decision. So, when he was at work during the day, Guinness was kept outside, which was not good for such a needy dog.
When he came back to RESCUE, the President called us immediately and asked if we wanted to foster him again. I jumped at the chance. And recognized a change as soon as I got him - the man who'd adopted him had really exerted a lot of effort getting him accustomed to men. I wasn't going to let him go again, and we adopted him.
He gave us a lot of joy while we had him. He was a good dog - a loving pet, a good watchdog, gentle and...just all around good.
I had him longer than any other pet for which I had personal responsibility, so far. I'm really going to miss him. So is Joe - while Guinness was my dog, Joe loved him a lot, too. In fact, everyone loved him. Other than his fear of grooming, he was perfect in every way.