Our first baby is still working through some things. Josh has been giving him the meds, he's been getting more exercise with the recent warm temps and we are once again attempting to dog whisper him. He's found refuge in our basement but we're still nervous that he'll have a psychotic break and end up destroying that room as well. We keep joking that we can't have nice things because of Suds. Nervous giggle, nervous giggle. I'm not sure if he will ever be "fixed". In the words of Gaga, he was born this way.
My friend Jill mentioned the Thundershirt. I wonder how effective it is, especially for bigger dogs. We've been toying with the idea of getting one since anything is worth a shot at this point. Has anyone heard if they work?
And now for the happy. Because there should be happy, right? Dogs supposedly add years to your life. Seven to be exact. It's not all stress and crazy with Suds; he is awesome with Dexter. Dexter just adores him, pointing and ooohing and climbing all over Suds' bony legs...and Suds just lets him. Suds even gives him kisses sometimes. Extra kisses if Dexter's had chicken. And in spite of the crazy (or maybe because of?) Joshie and I still get our kicks by holding imaginary conversations with our four legged friend. Silver lining to every cloud.