Day three

Good heavens does she ever take to the BARF diet - I could toss a ton of chicken pieces down that gullet and she'd still be asking for more!!
(Sam is in heaven, he hasn't had so much food in forever)

I'm sticking to chicken for the first week or two, then i'll gradually work in some other stuff.

Note to self: buy a much bigger freezer.

Sam is sneaking closer and closer to her and is feeling more confident that she won't come down on him from a dizzy height. Doesn't mean we are out of the woods yet, Sam could decide to challenge her at some point. But it is looking very positive.

Outside of the house, things are less positive. She is like an unguided missile when it comes to cats, birds, other dogs, people - lunging, barking, going crazy and constantly dragging at the leash in a big rush. I'm hoping this will die down soon, it's grown worse since she arrived. My upper arm muscles and shoulders are certainly getting quite the workout, my frozen shoulder feels like it's coated in lava.

The chickens and rabbit are in serious danger of her so I've started taking her out through the front door. Regularly go out to the back in slow, managed steps (sit, wait, walk two steps, sit, wait, and constantly feed treats for every good action/non-action) and don't let it last longer than two, three minutes at the most. Try to time it that I interrupt every beginning fixation, and that we go back inside to lavish praise without even ONE lunge/bark/total fixated response. So far, so good, BUT this will take quite some time to have her be "bored" with those critters. Sam is bemused by all this fury and profiting madly from equal rights snacking. He does not remember that he was at least as bad when I first got him :-)

This morning, we had snow. She didn't act surprised at all by it, I think it's familiar (well, she does come from Sweden, originally!!)

PS still leaning to the name Rosie.