We got home shortly after 6:00pm since it was mid-november, it was already dark. I brought Teddy inside and he was fascinated by the TV. I thought I had every planned out, however, I had to throw all my plans out because he was terrified by being be left alone. I had planned to have him sleep in a box by my bed, but no way. He was literally screaming, so I put him in the bed with me. That seemed to satisfy him some. He made it clear he didn't like being left alone. Even if I went into the bathroom he would put up a fit. I soon learned never to close a door behind me. Even when I took a shower, even closing the shower, he would start screaming. If I was upstairs and left him downstairs, he would start screaming.
I had origanally planned to seal of my kitchen area, so I could go to work. No way in hell would he allow that. I had to take him to work with me. At that time I worked for my brother. This was before his head got so big it could replace Pluto as the ninth planet, so everything went fine.
Wake up calls at all hours of the night so he could go outside. It was like I was a rel daddy (which I was). Somehow we both made it through the first few months.
At Christmas I took him to my brothers house. It was cold, but we took all the kids to go sledding. Almost everyone had thier designer dogs, but Teddy had a good time.
When we got home he was actually able to go up and down the stairs himself. Daddy was so proud. Eventually, I was able to leave him at home while I went to work.
One day I came home and he was chewing on my shoes, he had never done anything like that before. I got mad, yelled at him and went upstairs to change my clothe's. Shortly, Teddy folowed me upstairs. He stopped in the doorway, looked me in the eyes, squatted down and *beep* on the floor. I almost fell over laughing. :roflmao: Teddy had introduced me his dark side Teddy "the terrorist". This little guy had quite a temper. :Explode: