Rusty came to us from Williamson Country Regional Animal Shelter. It is a kill shelter. Poor guy had been passed over time and time again for adoption. It was probably because of his aloof demeanor. I am not sure what happened in poor Rusty's life, but he is not confident about much. Hopefully, we can convince him that being petted is a good thing, and that we don't intend to harm him. He takes cues from his foster brother's about when it is time to go outside or in. Right now we are just letting him stay in the safety of an open crate if he wants when he is in the house.
At first he was very hestitant to crose the threshold of the backdoor to come either in or outside. However, he started going "out" without a problem, and today, I just left the backdoor open, and he came in, and then went out, in and out, in and out. Progress.
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