Quote from: aleon515 on February 19, 2013, 10:26:37 AM
Not so fast. I'm home today as I am taking Crane back to the shelter. He has extreme separation anxiety. I left him a couple (short periods--2-3 hours) and he had cried so loud I could hear him outside the house (I have insulated windows). The other dog is scared of him and won't be in the same room with him unless I am there. The cats are both scared, though Padfoot has taken to coming in and hissing at him until Crane backs down. But the other, I haven't seen Hermione much in the last couple days at all. She isn't eating. (Very bad for cats who can't fast.) He is not housebroken-- he's 10 months-- needs to go out every two hours. But I work.
So it's not really working out.
--Jay
=/ I know how that goes. We were going to foster a beautiful military puppy for 6 months or so, but my dog and my dad's dog were mean to him so we had to take him back. He was a Malinois, which can be a breed that throws tantrums [just like kids] and is often headstrong and possessive, but was as sweet as can be. He was just a bit rougher than the dogs liked because he was a puppy and a big one at that. I loved the dog, but our dogs didn't get along with him...it's kind of frustrating when that happens. It's generally why it's best to let the dogs meet prior to taking the new one home. And even then they might not be compatible though often times after several days the dogs relax and settle into a decent routine. Sometimes not, though. It's always best to take them back if it doesn't look like it would work out.
Anyway...
I went through a character change when I was 3. I suffered paralysis from the chin down due to GBS. My parents said that my personality before and after is entirely different. Before I was sick I was bubbly and happy, but immediately after becoming sick that just wasn't there. I was no longer as happy or willing to talk with others or interact with others. My dad said it was like a light switch went from on to off.
A later one was when I was 19 and adopted my dog from the shelter. I wasn't supposed to get her and I wasn't truly looking to adopt, but I went in and saw some cute puppies. Originally I liked how her brother looked, but then me and y sister took him to the play room. He didn't interact all that well with us so my sister went to get several other puppies and bring them into play room. Harley Quinn was in the batch and she played with us before falling asleep on my lap.

So...she came home with me. ^^ It was the best $50 I ever spent in my life. She really helped make life worth living and I doubt I'd still be alive if I didn't have her.
@ girl you look fierce: Harley was technically an impulse buy.

I had to have her and I've now had her for 5 years and she's properly cared for and has a good life. ^^

She's so spoiled.