Jake hid under the bed for 3 days until becoming an adventurous teen. He quickly learnt to kick a ball down the stairs, fetch it, then carry it back up in his mouth. Each afternoon right on dusk he would stand at the bottom of the staircase and howl like a wolf. We googled what to do. Was it anxiety or a habit? Did he need comforting or disciplining? We tried different things but he persisted. We explained this idiosyncrasy to his new forever owner and he did exactly the same thing at the bottom of her stairs. About 8 months later, we got a desperate call from her thinking she could no longer cope with his mourners crying. But no, unfortunately she had terminal cancer and asked if we could take him back and rehome him. He had grown into a big boy and made himself at home again at our place, much to the disdain of our current resident cat. We found him a new forever home on a farm. Single storey (so thankfully no stairs), and two big dogs as playmates which he adores. And amazingly, no more mewling
Jake and Hanno (NSW)
