She seemed to be responding appropriately to Napolion, which means showing mild interest and curiosity, and then getting bored. Perfect!
Until she tried to eat him.
Friday evening, she'd been doing well. The cat was telling us, "You guys! I know she doesn't like me! What do I gotta do to convince you?!" And then,
"Okay, fine. Hold my beer..."
They had a baby gate separating them, as a good idea in these initial days. Napolion slowly walked up to the gate, just as he should (no running!). Sierra had her eyes on him the whole time. Finally, she lunged/pounced and barked and growled in a not "okay with cats" way. I had her by the collar or she would've busted through that baby gate.
That was a good test. She failed.
We put her in her crate, and I was going about contacting our foster coordinator to see about having Sierra moved. Napolion was all, "Just in case you guys didn't see that..."
He came sidling up, all cocky, walking slowly passed the crate. Of course Sierra went all Cujo on him.
By Saturday afternoon, she had a new foster family. This family has two resident greyhounds and one foster they took in the same day we got Sierra. We all thought Sierra would be happy to be in a pack, to help with her separation anxiety.
Here they all are, after we made the introductions and hung around a bit to make sure she'd blend in.
|Happy Happy Joy Joy|
Note that Sierra still had her muzzle on. The greys are used to wearing them as they wear them at the track when with the other dogs. It's customary to leave it on for a while in a new home. As we can see, the other dogs were comfortable having her around.
One thing we noticed when we got her, she didn't quite fit the image we had of the sleek, streamlined greyhound. Oh, she was sleek and streamlined and muscular, but not in an obviously greyhoundy kind of way.
This was more apparent to us as we spent time in that other home with the three other greys who were very streamlined and more of what we imagined. Sierra was downright stocky in comparison.
Yesterday, I got texts from our foster coordinator. Sierra is still crying and whining, even with all those dog friends. Worse, she attacked the other foster dog, Elf, the one lying on the floor in the foreground of the photo. Apparently, Sierra'd figured out the hierarchy and was looking to climb the ladder.
So, okay, she's got a few issues. She's to be moved again today. Our foster coordinator says she's a "puzzle".
Looking at her build, maybe it's "'roid rage"...
It's not helping with my guilt trip.