I brought Jager home. It was not an easy transition. He was very nervous, jumpy, skittish. As mentioned, he didn’t receive much socialization as a pup, so everything was very scary to him.
One day, I had to run some errands, so I put the pups in my office. They hang out with me all day while I work, so I figured while I was gone, the office would be the most comfortable and familiar place for Jagermeister during my absence. When I returned home, Jager had completely eaten through my office door.
A few days later, my daughter had let the pups out to potty. All of a sudden, I heard a loud splash. Poor Jagermeister had fallen into the freezing cold pool. By the time I got there, he had already managed to get himself out. He’d never been around a pool before and he had no idea he couldn’t walk on water!
Chalk up more anxiety for this poor pup.
He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t playing. He would just lie around. He was grief-stricken, missing my father, confused about where his person was, confused about this new place that was now supposed to be “home.” It was absolutely heart wrenching.