Re: She might just be a Vizsla
The last two days have been much better. She seems terrified of the bone, but thankfully not of us. She lets us take the bone away without any issues and for now, I have locked it away, since it just reminds her of what happened.
It seems so surreal to us now, that she bit my husband. Sort of like an anomaly, a weird freakish incident.
I am, strangely enough, not scared of her. I let her do everything she used to do, including lick my face.
I don't have the feeling that she is a "biter", not in the usual sense.
Nonetheless, I have spoken to Texas about possible rescues that take "biters" just in case her behavior changes for the worse. I feel much better knowing there are venues and options if things go south. I think that is the worst part, feeling alone with the problem, knowing there is no one to turn to if things become unmanageable. Dropping a dog off at a shelter is just not something we could ever forgive ourselves for and it is comforting to know that there are other options.
Our first option, of course, is sticking with it. Project: First ever couch potato Vizsla.
And indeed, for the moment, things are back to normal - she romps with the cat, which is her main source of rowdy exercise. This is basically like our version of purging her of the "zoomies" - we like to encourage her playtime with the cat as much as possible due to our sedentary lifestyle. We have pretty much proofed the living room so that there is not much to knock down or destroy while they go at each other, for sometimes almost half an hour until the cat slinks off in exhaustion. We have doggie gates now, which we strategically placed so that Lily is always where we can see her. Strangely enough, the cat can't get past them either! Lol. So it is great for keeping them separate when the cat is tired or eating in its "cat space" or we want some calm time while watching a movie.
Lily is getting very good with sitting on the porch (and not charging off) We have linoleum floors now, so the allergy problem has diminished a great deal and the flea problem is under control. We are still not at the point where we think we can trust her being uncrated during the day while we are gone. Just the other day, she pulled a mat into her crate (sort of like a welcome mat for her crate) and ripped it to the tiniest shreds. We are scared we will come home and find destruction of some kind and judging the conditions of the door frames my husband had to fix in the last apartment, we are probably correct. I think she might be ready for that in a few months, but not now. She isn't even 2 years old yet and seems much younger in spirit than she looks.
I am contemplating on starting with bed sleeping first. Maybe that is the best way to initiate it. She does love cuddling so.
She is scheduled for spaying this coming Wednesday. Not really looking forward to that.
But I feel hope again, so.... that's a good thing.