Welcome, Tyson!

We have a (temporary) new member of our family: Tyson! He's a 18-month-old rescued Ridgeback that we're fostering for a few months while we get him accustomed to living with a family and ready to be adopted.

He is so scared. He's never lived indoors before, so he's terrified of everything. He won't even come in the house without us basically catching him on the deck and dragging him back in. He's never felt grass, never heard a TV, never had much human interaction at all. He couldn't even go up and down stairs for the first few days -- he'd just kind of slide down in a jumble of paws and legs.

He's a big boy, but a real softie. He won't approach anyone for affection, but we can sometimes pet him if we're nonchalantly walking by and not looking at him. He goes happily into his crate whenever we leave the house, but when we come back it's clear he's completely panicked -- the crate bars are bending and his towel bedding is shredded.

Tyson and Amber get along fine. Amber is a little grumbly, especially when he invades her personal space too much. But he seems pretty easy-going and lets Amber set the tone. They wrestle and roughhouse at least once every day.

He needs to get neutered once he's a little better adjusted, and then he'll go up for adoption. He will get snapped up in a heartbeat -- he's young, purebred, and drop-dead gorgeous. We already love him!