I picked him up yesterday, spending time with his elderly mom and her grown grandson, who has spent a lot of time with Winston. They gave me a lot of information. I could tell Grandma was in no shape to take care of a dog. As she said, we all never think we’re going to get old and then it happens. So true. She is now living with her daughter and Winston does not get along with her cat. Winston, at 1.5 is paper trained, going on pee pads, because she could’t take him outside. There are going out the door issues because of this, but once we’re clear of the door he’s okay.
He is somewhat fearful of many things outside, including the buzzing of the cicadas in the trees. Not as bad as Lassie (if you do a search for Lassie you can read about her), but he is in need of some outdoor training. Today was better, so I’m not expecting this to take long.
Brett was very friendly, which he usually is and they were playing a lot, but Brett gets really rough. He’s still playing, but there isn’t enough floor space in my townhouse for crazy play.
I was told Winston didn’t like bikes and this morning I found out just how bad that is. It’s bad. We will work on that.
He is also somewhat snarly. He snarled at me last night when I took hold of his collar to get him off my bed. And again today when I corrected begging behavior. No biting, but I’m fully aware he could. Thinking he should not live with small children.
And as I typed here, we just had our first squabble. Winston tried to pick up a toy Brett was chewing on. Winston is used to being an only dog. He’s friendly, he met the neighbor’s two small doggies this afternoon and was completely fine. I believe in his previous house, Winston was probably top dog, even as far as the humans went. Used to getting his own way. Even at 12, Brett is the boss as far as dogs go in this house.
After 24 hours, these are what we will work on first.
This said, Winston is a very sweet dog. Super friendly and wants to lay next to me on the couch. He’s become my shadow. I got him a martingale collar today, so no longer feel like he could slip out. I’m going to walk him later, right before dark, hoping all the kids on their bikes will be inside. He is petite collie, probably around 50 pounds.