George's confidence seems to have grown by leaps and bounds. I think he feels better so he's become more active. His weight has dropped a little but he's still a portly gentleman.
I've agreed to take in another foster. They bring him over in the evening. I tried to close the dog door tight but as we lead Duke into the back yard the rest of the dogs come charging thru the door. George goes after Duke with a ferocity that amazes me! He's attacking Duke and won't let go. I wade into the fight and grab George. In the middle of all of this Duke bites me. He wasn't going after me but my leg was in the middle against all those teeth. The owner decides to take Duke back home with him. I feel terrible and am shocked at George.
I guess I'm official, I've bled for the Humane Society!
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