I got up at 5:00 am, and opened Skeet's crate. He shifted a little
but didn't come out. I got dressed and went into the kitchen to
cook up a pot of rice and burger, and he stayed in my bedroom.
Finally after about 15 minutes I went back in and said "Well?" And
he slowly emerged, stretching and yawning and yawning and stretching
and then trotted out into the family room, where he went straight to
his blanket and laid down. No jumping, no over-excitement, just a
little tail wag and a quick leg rub against me to say good morning.
I finished the cooking and scooped a couple of cups out into his
bowl, added a couple of cups of food, some water, and mixed it up
and left it on the counter to cool off. Skeet didn't budge. I went
over to the sofa and began putting on my shoes and socks, and he
watched me. Then went and got the leash and asked if he wanted to
go for a walk and he jumped up and came right to me.
We left the house and got about half a block away, and Skeet
squatted. I was waiting for the sound and smell of more diarrhea,
and it didn't happen. Instead Skeet had a decently formed poop! A
little stinkier than I think it should be, but it was solid. I
picked it up and because we were sp close to the house I walked back
and left the bag on the porch, then we went back to the walk.
Walked for about 35 minutes, Skeet stopped to really pee twice and
practice pee about ten times in order to complete his mission of
marking every mail box, phone/cable box, curb, tree, and hydrant in
the neighborhood.
We went back to the house and he shifted his weight to get his paws
wiped as if he knew he needed to do it, then I gave him his food and
he chowed down. He ate sooo fast--like he hadn't been fed in days,
and ate the entire bowl in one shot, without any encourangement, and
I wasn't even in the room the entire time!
Then he went to his blanket, did a couple of turn arounds before he
settled down and went to sleep. I was at my laptop at the breakfast
bar finishing some work, and when I went to get the ferrets to go
into my room for morning playtime, he didn't budge. I took a shower
and got dressed, put on my makeup, all the while listening for thie
jingling of tags and whining of dog, and it didn't happen. I
scooped up Jasper and Pudge and cautiously opened the door. No
dog! I walked back into the family room, and he was still on his
blanket. He gave a half-hearted tail wag and went back to sleep!
Then came the fun part, getting him into the crate. Bribery didn't
help, and it came down to who had more weight to put behind them. I
won, and he wasn't happy. But he found the biscuit I had tossed in
almost immediately, and that took his mind off the fact he was in
the crate. He whined a couple of times then settled down. While I
was trying to get him in the crate he barked a few times--that was
the first time I had heard him bark!
At any rate--I think someone stole my terror in the middle of the
night and replaced him with a dog that has a working GI system, a
bark, and no seperation anxiety!
Anne
& even though I'd try to keep doors closed to "danger rooms" plus keep stuff picked up; I'd use her track (basket)
It's a zebra, he sniffs at it, but doesn't really play with it yet. He just doesn't seem to know how to play. Poor guy. I'm sure he'll learn over time. Someone suggest that DH & I "play" with Skeets toys and see if he catches on.
He'd have a problem if he did, as about 80% of the areas of the house he has access to are tiled. (I've got the guest bedroom and bath, den, and living room shut off to him until I can finish "dog proofing." 
