This morning he didn't want to go back into his crate, can't say that I blame him, and he refused to eat his food in his crate, again can't say that I blame him. So we brought his food bowl into the kitchen and John gave him a handful of food to show Ollie what it was, ok lets stop here. I've NEVER had a dog before that didn't care if it ate it's food or not. Most of our dogs have been of the variety, weimeraner, that inhaled their food and so fast it was blinding!
The good news is Morning Three his obnoxiousness is down a whole fifty percent, he's jumped on me only once this morning. We are still working on coordinating potty breaks, and his need to push Angel (fifteen year old twelve pound sheltie) down onto the floor, I'm so afraid he's going to break her back.
I'm sore all over from his sheer strenght and size, and from walking him. So overall this was a good decision. Hubs and I are taking turns walking him and are building up for one long walk a day, in addition to his three to five short walks.
