Monday, March 30, 2009

One more small step.

Hi everybody!

Just wanted to make a short note to say that I'm getting closer to taking a treat from someone's hand. Like other iggys, I've started to put my paws up on your legs when you're eating something that I might like. I won't take anything from your hand but I will eat it off of a plate that you are holding. Now foster mom and dad don't want to encourage me eating off of a plate but maybe that's the first step to eating from their hand. Dad's going to try putting treats on a plate or napkin so I'll take it and eventually they'll take the plate or napkin away. I'll let you know how that goes. When the foster parents are handing out treats they have to toss it to me and I've become very fast at getting the treat before one of the other iggys gets it. It turns out I LOVE CHEESE!! But then who doesn't.

Thanks for checking in on me!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Happy 4 Month Anniversary!

Hi everyone!

Just a short note to tell you that today is my four month anniversary in rescue. It was back in November that Wendy was able to get me and then put me into IG rescue.

I won't bore you with all the details of my recovery because when I read back over my blog entries I see that I end up saying the same thing. Which is a good thing because I keep saying how I'm doing just a little bit better every day.

Well I AM doing a little better everyday. I'm more like the other iggys. I run around with the pack and bark and play. I love cheese and Milk Bones. I know some commands. My hand shyness persists but mom and dad are patient.

Thanks everybody for continuing to check up on me.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Up in the chair.

Greetings from the sunny U.P.!

Foster mom wanted me to add a short note to my blog today about how well I'm doing. Carol S. had suggested, sometime back, that the foster parents put my collar and lead on so I can be stopped from running away from them. They don't pull me back or anything, they just hold it so I'll stop and maybe reconsider what I'm running away from. That seems to help alot. Maybe I'm in a rut of "I've got to run people coming too close" but in reality I'm not really scared. I just need to be reminded that I'm not scared. This helps because I will come back to the pillow and sit with the people then.

Yesterday I jumped up on the chair next to foster mom. Yes it took some coaxing but that's a big step for me. Now I do it all the time. I would jump up on the chair or couch on command but never, never with a person on it. This is a huge thing for me!!

Foster mom gives me treats now on the chair. This is so the other dogs won't snatch it away before I can get. I think it helps to build trust as well.

Hand shyness is emerging as my biggest issue. I will lay by you and let you kiss my head and nuzzle my neck but if you reach for my head or to pet me - I'm outta there!!! I will, however, let you scratch under my chin without running away. And, for heaven's sake, DON'T REACH FOR ME WHEN YOU ARE STANDING UP/!! I hate that!!! It really scares me.

The practice of fostering is the practice of patience. We don't get better in huge leaps and bounds, we get better in little tiny pieces. To all of you out there who have fosters or have fostered - you are all patient people.


Wednesday, March 4, 2009

It's the little things!

Hi everybody!
I just wanted to put up a short post to say that I'm still hanging in there. I haven't been rescheduled for my spay and I hope that foster mom forgets. That doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun.

I have nothing major to report other than I continue to take small steps towards being a regular iggy. As I've said in past posts I'm just a little less shy and a little more playful everyday. I was playing with Maxie (the elder iggy of the bunch) the other day; play-biting her neck and crouching down in the "downward dog" play stance. I'll chase my brothers around and let them get a little rough with me. I'm still not taking a treat from a hand. Why can't I get over this???

We've had more sun lately and I love to lay on the big pillow in the sun. Like all iggys, I enjoy sleeping there. Foster mom calls a sunny day "the best iggy babysitter".

Thank you for continuing to follow my progress to iggydom.