I've been fostering Blue, the greyhound, for two weeks and he was extremely timid to start with.
He would stop dead if he saw someone ahead, even walking away from us.
Gradually he got better, but today he seems to have regressed. Yesterday he saw some people crossing the road ahead of us, then someone flashed by on a bike and then the garbage truck came around the corner.
He dug his heels in and wouldn't move. I had to pat him and reassure him everything was OK and that garbage trucks don't hurt you, they just stink a bit!
Coaxed him home like that (Goldie the Brittany was with me as well, nothing fazes her). Then he forgot how to climb steps. I had to place his feet on them in turn, slowly up the five steps, just like the first day I had him.
He was actually at his best last weekend at the beach, where we went for a six kilometre walk - six humans and four dogs. He loved it and didn't shy at anything. Must be safety in numbers or something.
He's a good dog. Just a bit frightened. He'll improve.
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