I can't believe I am writing about my Cazzie, my sweet Cazzie, and all of you who know us from the forum won't believe this either.
Our troubles began when I was in the hospital for 4 or 5 days in April '08. Perhaps a mistake I made was in trying to be a good mother-in-law - both my daughters-in-law wanted to take care of him and so he spent a couple days at one home and then at another. When I came back home from the hospital, he was indifferent to me, and it took him a couple days to seem to say, "OK, Mom, you're back! I forgive you for leaving me!" DH and I noticed that he began having anxiety when I left the house for any reason. He knew when I would get my make-up on, get my purse, etc. He made motions like he wanted me to stay. We dealt with it by firmly saying no and letting him know that was unwanted behavior. He was under control, but gradually seemed to be getting worse.
Fast-forward to today. I was back in the hospital in August. We decided to leave Cazzie and Chelsie at home this time and have one d-i-l come over a couple times a day to let them out and play with them. We thought that would work out better for them. Now Cazzie is unmanageable when either I or DH attempt to leave. We have tried to crate him. He barks hysterically and crazily and the neighbors are aware of this. He just goes beserk! He turns on Chelsie and starts fights. He grabs my purse and pulls. He has even nipped at my legs. I know that using his teeth is the only way he has to try to keep me home and that he is trying to control me.
Otherwise, he is as sweet as he has always been. The really horrible parts are how he is attacking poor Chels; and that DH has had a stroke and although he has made almost 100% recovery, his nerves are short. Thus Cazzie is carrying on, we're trying to get out of the house, we're trying to discipline Cazzie - Saying NO firmly, taking him by the scruff of the neck like the Mother Dog would do - then the situation quickly deteriorates. I have almost lost my mind.
He goes on long walks every day but he is a spoiled dog. I know we made mistakes raising him but oh, how sweet he is, what a comfort in my illness.
But, if we can't cope and change this, Cazzie will need a new home. We are both Seniors and exhausted enough with life demands. We probably were too old to get a sensitive breed like the Havs. We have raised and trained many dogs. This is beginning to be a depressing dismal failure for us and for Cazzie. Chelsie is picking up his bad behavior. She is beginning to get frantic when we leave too.