Happy day 44, Saturday, was an interesting day.
Started off with a good breakfast for myself and for the dog, and then after a 45 minute wait (as per dog-feeding instructions from the SPCA), we went off for our morning walk.
First five minutes in, some bimbo woman with her dog off the leash lets her dog charge my dog, and of course, I got stuck in the middle of what could have been a mauling -- her dog attacked my dog. My dog managed to get a grip on her dog's neck, and her dog submitted to him. I was holding on for dear life, so my dog wouldn't get away from me, and in the midst of the dogs pawing and snapping at each other, I ended up getting scratched on my side.
Once that was broken up, we continued our walk, and then headed home to rest.
Afternoon walk didn't go so well. My dog was hyper the whole time, looking back and forth and behind him for any possible ambushes. Not pleasant at all. so we went for another walk around the neighbourhood, and he was relaxed. Tried the park again in the evening and he was still nervous about it.
I think his previous owners may have beaten him, because he cringed when I reached down to pick something up at his feet yesterday. He was bracing himself for a hit. It made me sad to see that.
I am convinced, though, that he is actually a very good dog. He follows me around and sleeps at my feet, which I think means he's bonded with me.
Happy day 45, today was much better for the dog. We went for our morning walk, but I took him in the opposite direction in the park, and he was not so hyper. We went for another walk in the afternoon, finding a new path to take through a different park, and then our after dinner walk was in the park across the street again, and he was not at all hyper this time.
Tomorrow will be the true test. I go back to work, after being home with him since he came back. I went for groceries on Friday, and had plans to go out on Saturday, but I worried that leaving him alone after he was attacked might make him more hyper. Today I went out for about an hour, and my neighbour said he barked for about five minutes, and then stopped. Nothing was destroyed! YAY!
After spending the last few days with him, I came to the conclusion that Winston was not a suitable name for him. He is a Zeus. So that's what I've been calling him all day, and he has responded to the new name well.
Have a fantastic day!
Zeus relaxing on my bed after a great walk: