{"id":4233,"date":"2012-04-05T21:50:29","date_gmt":"2012-04-06T01:50:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/?p=4233"},"modified":"2012-10-03T17:41:13","modified_gmt":"2012-10-03T21:41:13","slug":"the-foster-chronicles-tulip-week-3-days-1-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/2012\/04\/05\/the-foster-chronicles-tulip-week-3-days-1-4\/","title":{"rendered":"The Foster Chronicles: Tulip, Week 3, Days 1-4"},"content":{"rendered":"

Day 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

Even before I start it, Tulip tries to herd the lawn mower<\/a>, trembling madly and nipping at the wheels. No verbal corrections work. When I get the machine outside the fence and start to adjust the wheels, she yelps and yips and arfs and awwwws. In fact, I can’t believe it’s just her. It sounds like several dogs at once; I keep thinking my dogs have joined in the cacophony. It appears my foster dog is having an anxiety attack.<\/p>\n

In the spare bedroom she goes. I open the windows, turn on the ceiling fan, and head out into the yard to mow. I hear her freaking out from inside, and on one swipe across the yard, I look up to find that Tulip is hanging halfway out the window.<\/p>\n

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I’m somewhere between that fire hydrant and that pit bull-sized hole in the screen when I see her.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I sprint to the sill and shove her back into the spare bedroom. Back in the house, I shut the windows.<\/p>\n

When I leave a little later to wash my car, I close the blinds too. When I come home, I see that<\/p>\n

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she has, in her fashion, dealt with the blind.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Why can’t I learn my lesson about crating?<\/p>\n

In the crate she goes when I head to the gym. By the time I get home, it’s after dark. My headlights sweep over the fence.<\/p>\n

Guess who’s back.<\/p>\n

Mini-poodle.<\/p>\n

Day 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

I read online that one way to help introduce dominant dogs is walking them side-by-side. I enlist some friends to help me. Auntie Erika is the first to come over. Tulip is in the yard, Violet and Redford on the deck. I bring my dogs inside to get leashed up. Next thing I know, Tulip is staring in through the screen door. What is it with my foster dogs and parkour<\/a>?<\/p>\n

We walk up and down my street, Erika with Tulip, me with Redford and Violet. And there is excellent behavior.<\/em> Mostly, we walk a couple feet apart, but a few times, one of the dogs interacts with Tulip briefly, and it is fine. Going to try this again several times over the next week. Fingers crossed.<\/p>\n

Day 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

I babysit my oldest nephew (7) and littlest niece (2). Littlest Niece calls my foster dog Puwit.<\/p>\n

Day 4<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tulip is in the yard, Violet and Redford on the deck. I step inside for a second and hear a thud. I peer through the kitchen window. Tulip has vaulted herself over the gate, and all three dogs are standing on the deck, alert, sniffing each other. Calm-assertive-eneryee<\/a>-calm-assertive-eneryee-CALM-ASSERTIVE-ENERYEE, I say to myself… panicking.<\/p>\n

I flap Redford into the yard. Violet is being naughty, circling the porch furniture in an effort to stay out of my grasp. Finally, I drag Tulip into the house and hyperventilate a little bit. OK, I think, that wasn’t so bad. Maybe it’s time to introduce them. I put Violet away and take Tulip and Redford into the yard. Same as last time: glee from Tulip; romping; nerves; in the end, bared teeth from Redford. Sigh.<\/p>\n

Tulip goes to the vet to make sure she’s healthy enough to go through with the heartworm treatment and gets the thumbs-up. The treatment is scheduled for next week.<\/p>\n

P.S. Please help if you can<\/a>.<\/p>\n

The Foster Chronicles: Tulip, Week 3, Days 5-7<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Day 1 Even before I start it, Tulip tries to herd the lawn mower, trembling madly and nipping at the wheels. No verbal corrections work. When I get the machine outside the fence and start to adjust the wheels, she yelps and yips and arfs and awwwws. In fact, I can’t believe it’s just her. … Continue reading The Foster Chronicles: Tulip, Week 3, Days 1-4<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,20,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-animules","category-first-world-problems","category-the-estate"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4233","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4233"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5337,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4233\/revisions\/5337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/avidbruxist.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}