What a sweet little guy. I have a hard time believing he’s as old as a year – I’m no expert but I’d guess no more than 9 months. He has no real vices other than a tendency to go limp and utterly refuse to cooperate with anything that scares him – but also no useful habits at all. So we’ll be in training mode for quite a while, but I expected to have to calm and win the confidence of a half-traumatized rescue dog. I don’t know how he came to be in a shelter, but he hasn’t been abused in any meaningful way. So far he has proven at least provisionally housebroken – even Laddie peed indoors on his first morning when he didn’t know when or whether he was getting a walk and wasn’t in a mood to care what I thought about the condition of my rug.
Tobie is eager to please, but other than clearly being familiar with “no” he knows nothing. He acts like he’s never been on a leash, he has no love for cars (I’m reasonable sure he’ll get over that), doesn’t object to being picked up but also doesn’t seem to know how to cooperate with it – though that might come under the heading of ‘passive-aggressive.’)
He’s certainly capable of learning. When we first got to the Lair he balked completely at climbing the porch stairs. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the cabin, once he got on the porch he went right through the door eagerly. It was like he’d never seen stairs before. But by the third time I took him out and back in on a leash he bounded up them with no problem.
He’s sociable as hell with other dogs, so I assume he has had friendly relations with them in his past. But other than that I have no idea what landed him in a shelter or what kind of home he had before he landed there.
ETA: Should have mentioned above that unlike LB and TB, Tobie knows what toys are for. Unfortunately his
current favorite his only plushy has a squeaker. Which he loves.
ETA Again: Spoke too soon. The squeaker skittered across the floor before I finished writing the above sentence.