The Quincy diary -

My mother would like to rename Linus "Quincy". I still think of him as Rosebud and I don't think he will ever bloom. he had a great night Friday playing in my parents yard with Ringo. He just loves to be free in the yard. Free to back away and avoid people if he wants and to take treats if he feels like it. They (the parents) managed to get in a pet once or twice but that's all he would allow. Met another friend on Sunday - a male person, shorter in stature but very upright posture and he would not make friends. Came forward to get a treat but did not allow petting.  

I keep him on a cable to do his business and sometimes I think he's trying to kill me. He will wrap himself around a tree and when I try to extricate him, he acts like a freaky ass and bolts to wrap around my legs the minute he gets a free foot or so. The other night I had to literally pin him to the ground and unwind my legs so I didn't bust my ass. My legs have plenty of cable burns. He really needs a fenced yard and grass so he can come to terms with his own problems on his own timeline without being forced. He is not getting better. He does like to rush up behind me and put his nose the back of my legs. His way of making contact that is safer than approaching from the front.  

He whines, he barks. He's unhappy in the crate but happier there than loose in the house. Happiest outside but starting to want company but not company enough for petting. Just company to look at. Again, if he had his own choosing, he would be tearing up a backyard with another dog - humans be damned. At least he is now crate trained and does not use the bathroom in it.  

He does not have bite inhibition. Friday night I grabbed his paw when he was licking it (the last time he was displaying licking and chewing his pads, he had a thorn). He pulled away and when I wouldn't give he nipped my hand. But then I put my other hand around on his collar. Repeated the paw pick up on Sunday and he very slowly and firmly bit down on my hand to let me know to let go.  

Just don't know where to go from here with him. I am not sure he will ever be ready to be a dog.