Basically Housesitting
This past week, I had moved on to a home with a 14 year old tiny Poodle. I arrived a week ago Sunday and by Tuesday, Twinkle and I had not become friends. This is my first picture of her right after I arrived. She took one look at me and retreated back to her bed. She will only come out to eat or use her potty pad if I am not in close proximity; meaning I pretty much have to be gone or in another room. It takes me about 5 minutes a day to put her food together and change her pad. So basically I am house sitting. I feel bad, I want her to be comfortable and show her I am OK, but she has had a rough life and is very untrusting. She was a puppy mill dog for 5 years, spitting out those cute puppies that everyone has to have. Due to poor care, she had to have all of her teeth pulled. She's been with this owner ever since she was rescued though, so she's had a nice life since. Even as the week ended, we had not become friends. I got her to take some treats, not from my hand tho...