Our "little man" is a mighty mutt who's a mix of eight breeds (about half of his DNA is Siberian Husky and Mountain Cur). We believe he was malnourished and ill when the shelter first took him, and it temporarily stunted his growth. He was projected to max out at 55 pounds when we adopted him at 15 weeks. Now it looks more likely he'll be between 80-90 pounds. We never had a dog that large before!
Right now is a trying time, but I'm reminding myself that eleven years ago we had a puppy who was the same age, but even more challenging, and he turned out to be a wonderful dog.
This guys is incredibly curious and soooo clever. He wanted a piece of plastic wrap he found on the floor. I took it from him and pocketed it. He later hopped up on the couch and appeared to snuggle. It was a ploy to pickpocket me! XD
It feels like having a large destructive furry toddler—including our house looking a bit trashed and planning the day around naps. I feel like I'm failing to train him (though I know his hormonal distractedness will pass), but I'm trying to appreciate this time as much as parts of it exhaust me.
Such a great mindset, this dog (and the previous) are lucky to have such a patient owner. For socializing, there’s a local dog trainer who does monthly doggie social hours in an indoor horse arena. Maybe a trainer in your area does something similar?