@Kipawa:
I think Lita is well on her way to worming herself into your heart! What good news.
No, still at this point, Lita is still a foster dog. I care about her, and I wonder what her poor short life was like. It must have been hell, because this is one very anxious girl. She is exhausting me.
This morning she would not even go off the porch. She just paced and cried. I tried to engage her with her ball, but she was too anxious to distract. We came in and she paced until I started getting ready for a walk. She was so excited! She got into her little puppy play pose when she saw the lead! It was cute.
After our 45 min walk, she came home and paced some more and cried. Nothing would distract her, so I ignored her for a while. Eventually, she curled up in a little doggy ball on the couch at my feet.
Soon enough, a car door slammed, and she was up pacing again. So, I ignored her again. It didn't take as long this time for her to assume doggy ball position at my feet again.
As I started to write this, she was pacing again, so I ignored her and this time she began to occupy herself with a chew toy! Yay! I'm tired!–On Christmas day, I kid you not, she played with her ball for 7 1/2 hours straight--about 5 of those hours I spent playing with her. She throws it at your feet and looks up at you expectantly--it's hard to say no.
Uh oh, now she?s pacing again....Did I say I was tired?