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First of all, he is definitely not a purebred....more like a miniature Long haired mix of Shepherd, possibly with something like a sheltie only larger, but certainly not PB or normal shepherd size. His tail curls up over his back like a huskie's.
When we finally got home (late, so late at night) he would not climb the stairs...I tried tugging on the leash gently and encouraging him to follow me. He laid down on the stairs and pulled against the leash so hard he was choking himself to death. I had to carry his 40 plus self up the stairs bodily or we'd have stood in the wet snow all night.
Leash.....he ran around in circles until he wound himself around my legs...pulled so hard I couldn't unwrap him. I tried the prong collar, he screamed like he was dying, fell on the ground, wrapped in a dog version of a fetal position, and wouldn't move.
I virtually muscled him into the tub for a bath (he stunk so badly I couldn't leave him without one). Don't think he's ever had a bath in his life. Fought me every inch of the way. By the time we were done, the walls, ceiling and floor had been washed as well, though he was smelling better when he finally dried (hours later...that long coat takes forever and was afraid to use a blow dryer on him).
He peed on the living room floor. Grabbed the scruff of his neck and tried to move him outside but he froze in place until he was finished (monstrous puddle, too, as I was told he hadn't peed during the entire trip from Ohio to DC and didn't on the way home with me either). Finally got him outside, scolding him that we pee outside, not in the house, and started down the stairs...he tangled himself around my legs and I ended up falling down to the bottom (I am covered with bruises). As he had tumbled down with, I had to carry him up the stairs again as he wouldn't go back up by himself and then, when finally inside, he hid in a corner and wouldn't come out.
I put him in the crate, fed and watered him there. He drank tons, ate but a mouthful (and he's so skinny under all that fur). I blocked access to it (ostensibly until the first night was past) before the other two were introduced to him. Almost tore the crate apart....and barked and cried. Disturbed both my dogs so badly that when I opened the outside door later in the evening, Freya bolted out and disappeared (it's a wet, rain/snow, windy, cold night down here).
I spent an hour looking for her and finally found her under the porch, wet, cold and cowering. Meanwhile, Thor, who hasn't peed in the house in years, stared me right in the eye and **** if he didn't pee on the living room floor, just like the Hellboy did.
He growls at both my dogs and had Thor growling back at one point. From some of his actions, I'm guessing he was seriously abused at some point in his life (particularly something like being tied up on a short line with a too-tight collar, helpless to defend himself, and taunted, for example) and it's become, as a result, equally serious issues for him......as well as for me, Thor and Freya. I'm at a loss as to what to do... Thor definitely dislikes him, Freya is quietly curious. He and Thor got into it face to face today (He got out of the hallway -where I have him gated off- somehow) and Freya spent some time licking Thor's face, almost as if to say, "It's alright, just ignore him." She's the pacifier in all this.
He has no clue about commands, doesn't even understand 'Sit'. He's apparently never been housebroken. And he's certainly not a socialized animal with any other dogs, though interestingly, he has ignored my outside cats. But then he is too busy driving himself and me crazy with the leash aggression and general insanity. It's like he has a few bolts loose in his head if you watch the way he acts.
This morning, after a good night's sleep by all, he seemed happy to see me, at least until I went to put the leash on his (NOT prong) collar. Then he ran around like a maniac, trying to hide. Finally got it on and took him out. He managed to get down the stairs (almost yanking me down again...I find I have to hang on to the bannister and move one step at a time to stabilize him first). But no matter how far we walked, he wouldn't pee. And getting back up the stairs to the house was madness but I took it one step at a time and waited...I'll be darned if I'm going to carry him up and down. However, I'm expecting at any minute to find he's peed in the hallway where he's being kept, separated from the rest of the house (and my dogs) by a gate. They can check each other out but can't share the same space.
His way of dealing with anything he doesn't like is to fall down, face hidden in paws, where he then refuses to move. I don't pull him, but I keep encouraging him to come with me (treats, encouraging voice, whatever works). Or if he's scared or just doesn't want to acknowledge you're there, he turns his head away and stares off into the distance. I've been spending time with him today, treats in hand, saying "Sit" and trying the puppy trick of making his head go back until he almost HAS to sit to get the treat, then praising him with "Good sit, Seamus, good sit". I sure hope the old adage, "You can't teach an old dog new tricks" isn't true.
But I've never dealt with a dog who's mentally, psychologically and emotionally whacked out. I don't know where to begin. I want to help him, though. When I saw him bouncing up and down with happiness to see me this morning, I wanted to cry. He's such a mixed up boy.
Any advice anyone has on how to socialize, train, housetrain, etc. a crazy old coot would be much appreciated. Somewhere I seem to remember calling him a 'Doomed dog'....and I'm beginning to think truer words were never spoken.
By the way, pictures to follow....I've been ..um.. a tad busy to upload them. *smiles ruefully*
When we finally got home (late, so late at night) he would not climb the stairs...I tried tugging on the leash gently and encouraging him to follow me. He laid down on the stairs and pulled against the leash so hard he was choking himself to death. I had to carry his 40 plus self up the stairs bodily or we'd have stood in the wet snow all night.
Leash.....he ran around in circles until he wound himself around my legs...pulled so hard I couldn't unwrap him. I tried the prong collar, he screamed like he was dying, fell on the ground, wrapped in a dog version of a fetal position, and wouldn't move.
I virtually muscled him into the tub for a bath (he stunk so badly I couldn't leave him without one). Don't think he's ever had a bath in his life. Fought me every inch of the way. By the time we were done, the walls, ceiling and floor had been washed as well, though he was smelling better when he finally dried (hours later...that long coat takes forever and was afraid to use a blow dryer on him).
He peed on the living room floor. Grabbed the scruff of his neck and tried to move him outside but he froze in place until he was finished (monstrous puddle, too, as I was told he hadn't peed during the entire trip from Ohio to DC and didn't on the way home with me either). Finally got him outside, scolding him that we pee outside, not in the house, and started down the stairs...he tangled himself around my legs and I ended up falling down to the bottom (I am covered with bruises). As he had tumbled down with, I had to carry him up the stairs again as he wouldn't go back up by himself and then, when finally inside, he hid in a corner and wouldn't come out.
I put him in the crate, fed and watered him there. He drank tons, ate but a mouthful (and he's so skinny under all that fur). I blocked access to it (ostensibly until the first night was past) before the other two were introduced to him. Almost tore the crate apart....and barked and cried. Disturbed both my dogs so badly that when I opened the outside door later in the evening, Freya bolted out and disappeared (it's a wet, rain/snow, windy, cold night down here).
I spent an hour looking for her and finally found her under the porch, wet, cold and cowering. Meanwhile, Thor, who hasn't peed in the house in years, stared me right in the eye and **** if he didn't pee on the living room floor, just like the Hellboy did.
He growls at both my dogs and had Thor growling back at one point. From some of his actions, I'm guessing he was seriously abused at some point in his life (particularly something like being tied up on a short line with a too-tight collar, helpless to defend himself, and taunted, for example) and it's become, as a result, equally serious issues for him......as well as for me, Thor and Freya. I'm at a loss as to what to do... Thor definitely dislikes him, Freya is quietly curious. He and Thor got into it face to face today (He got out of the hallway -where I have him gated off- somehow) and Freya spent some time licking Thor's face, almost as if to say, "It's alright, just ignore him." She's the pacifier in all this.
He has no clue about commands, doesn't even understand 'Sit'. He's apparently never been housebroken. And he's certainly not a socialized animal with any other dogs, though interestingly, he has ignored my outside cats. But then he is too busy driving himself and me crazy with the leash aggression and general insanity. It's like he has a few bolts loose in his head if you watch the way he acts.
This morning, after a good night's sleep by all, he seemed happy to see me, at least until I went to put the leash on his (NOT prong) collar. Then he ran around like a maniac, trying to hide. Finally got it on and took him out. He managed to get down the stairs (almost yanking me down again...I find I have to hang on to the bannister and move one step at a time to stabilize him first). But no matter how far we walked, he wouldn't pee. And getting back up the stairs to the house was madness but I took it one step at a time and waited...I'll be darned if I'm going to carry him up and down. However, I'm expecting at any minute to find he's peed in the hallway where he's being kept, separated from the rest of the house (and my dogs) by a gate. They can check each other out but can't share the same space.
His way of dealing with anything he doesn't like is to fall down, face hidden in paws, where he then refuses to move. I don't pull him, but I keep encouraging him to come with me (treats, encouraging voice, whatever works). Or if he's scared or just doesn't want to acknowledge you're there, he turns his head away and stares off into the distance. I've been spending time with him today, treats in hand, saying "Sit" and trying the puppy trick of making his head go back until he almost HAS to sit to get the treat, then praising him with "Good sit, Seamus, good sit". I sure hope the old adage, "You can't teach an old dog new tricks" isn't true.
But I've never dealt with a dog who's mentally, psychologically and emotionally whacked out. I don't know where to begin. I want to help him, though. When I saw him bouncing up and down with happiness to see me this morning, I wanted to cry. He's such a mixed up boy.
Any advice anyone has on how to socialize, train, housetrain, etc. a crazy old coot would be much appreciated. Somewhere I seem to remember calling him a 'Doomed dog'....and I'm beginning to think truer words were never spoken.
By the way, pictures to follow....I've been ..um.. a tad busy to upload them. *smiles ruefully*