@scout86 @City Slicker Angus is a rescue, he's a beagle mix and looks very beagle but his stance looks terrier or bulldog, he definitely has a beagle temperament, he was taken from a hoarding situation is all I was told but whether it was animal or material hoarding I don't know. He's been passed through a lot of fosters in the last month, so I don't think he expects to stay, hence the depressed worried look when I put him in the car today.
I desensitized him to the car. We sat together in it. I gave him lots of praise and reassurance. I opened all the windows. I had the ac on high. I backed down the driveway. I left him for a minute then came back and I drove for 5 minutes to a nearby trail. He flat out refused to go into the woods, so I let him sniff around for a bit encouraging his natural instincts (a weird guy stopped to talk to us, I was a bit creeped out by it) and I brought him home. No Vomitting!
I'm teaching him to search the house for treats. He's very smart, after two sessions already knows what SEARCH means. I've taught him several new words already - EASY for the stairs because he went too fast and came falling down them once already; BABY for the stuffed puppy I bought for him, BONE for his chew toy. He picks things up so fast but we're still having trouble with walks. Walks is what scares me. He stopped in the middle of crossing the street today and refused to move, when I saw a car coming had to grab his collar and force him to walk off the road. Then I placed him by my side and said STAY. He didn't seem to resent me for it, like he does when I make him get off the couch and he was fine crossing after that.
The dog has PTSD; he startles at loud noises and sudden movements, he has nightmares, he is very afraid of black things (garage doors, darkly sealed driveways, cars), he's just not comfortable walking far from the house and the doorbell almost erased all of our trust work today. It's very trying on me but I can't give up, he needs me.
Once he trusts me more I'm going to introduce him to my hubby's scent and play Search the house with his boot. He's really good at finding treats I've hidden. Hubby would have loved that, he always wanted a search dog.
I cried on hubbys shirt last night and suddenly his scent was so strong. I can smell the dog but this was definitely my hubby I was smelling. I just hugged his shirt and told him how upset and afraid I was. We used to have a code phrase for my having a trigger "I need hugs" if I said I need hugs he knew I was feeling triggered and he'd go into active calming mode. I've been triggered almost constantly since I got the dog so last night I whispered through my tears, "I need hugs" that's when his scent became so strong on his shirt. He was with me.
I wished he was actually here. It's unfair that this is all I get for the rest of my life, just a "virtual" visit. Why can't he just transform and hold me when I need it? I could really use his touch. His smile. His eyes beaming at me.
My nephew commented on my FB post today, "Aww don't be sad auntie, you have Angus now, soon you two will be inseparable like you and uncle." I almost cried. He's not a replacement, he'll never be what my husband was, I will still grieve, the dog won't prevent or cure that.
I will always miss my husband and I will never fully heal from how he died. That's what I carry with me the rest of my days on earth; that's the scar that will keep ripping open.
I could use his hugs and his reassurance that I'm doing okay. I miss him every minute.