First thing I discovered: he is a growler. His upper lip would
I urgently implemented new ways to release his pent up energy, which noticeably cut down both on his growling and his incessant chewing. We now have regular “chew hours” for him to enjoy boiled for 30 minutes beef neck bones, and guess who has regular “running” sessions in the park as often as humanly possible?
After a few weeks of peaceful living with other dogs and cats, a much calmer and happier Brownie had emerged. He will now ask to come up to sit next to you on the couch, and he will do circles by the main door to show you that he needs to go. He'll faithfully follow you around the house, bravely save you from the evils of bathroom, and offer to shred your recycling instead of that machine you just bought. And, at the end of each day, when he finally curls into a small doughnut to sleep, he will always leave a paw or his nose right there to touch you as his tried-and-true insurance against your disappearing during the night.