But things started changing when I moved to San Francisco. He didn’t like when we ate outside and strangers would approach him. He was wary with house guests. A few roommates later (change is stressful for pups) and he was getting to be an aggressive dog. It became apparent that he needed intervention after he bit a roommate’s shirt one night. He had already been dismissed by his dog walker after he lunged at him one day. I made an emergency appointment with Dr. Berger at the SF Humane Society and he was evaluated. She was supportive and understanding and we talked about many options, including rehoming him. We decided on Prozac and lots of behavioral training.
“We decided on Prozac and lots of behavioral training.”
I wish I could say that this story has a happy ending but it doesn’t. Not really. It’s almost 2 years later and Henry is still on Prozac and I can’t imagine taking him off of it at this point. I keep a note on our front door warning guests to not pet the “small, fluffy dog.” I can no longer take him to restaurants to eat outdoors. On occasion, he will still growl and lunge at my partner or anyone entering my room. But I have found a dog boarder that loves him and I have found some humor in the situation. I chose him to be part of my family and I am committed to keeping him.