Meet Chloe. Chloe has been at a rescue home since she was 4 months old. She is now about 5 years old. I saw her on the Internet and fell in love with her kind face. We have her now on a 30 day trial period.
She is part German shepherd and part lab (or that is the thought). Someone tied her to a gate when she was 4 months old. She came with a letter attached to her collar. The letter is pretty lengthy and the owner expressed concern about Chole finding a proper home. But, because she is so timid around people, at adoption days she never seemed to mesh with anyone.
Her first day with us has been interesting. She is clearly nervous about being around us, though she is calm as toast around the cats. Lei, in her relentless fashion bothers Chole a great deal when they are outside together. Chole is leashed, Lei is running free. When Chloe has enough of Lei, she starts circling me, then she snaps at Lei.
She is really good on the leash. No pulling or misbehaving. We have already had a bit of a scare. I had fed both dogs, then brought Chloe back inside so that I could make dinner. Mike took both dogs out about twenty minutes later. Suddenly, Mike busts through the back door and told me Chloe was loose!
I grab my jacket and boots and get out in time to see Chloe way back by the creek running like a streak. I hustled out to her and called her, she came toward me, then right before she reached me, she circled and headed back to the creek. I called her again, and this time she turned and ran past me and back towards the house. I yelled at Mike to go and get some dry dog food to bribe her. He went up the steps and the minute she heard the back door open, she streaked up the stairs and into the house. Thank God!
I went over to her, she was in the corner trembling. As I bent down to pick up her leash, she snarled and snapped at me. 
I backed away realizing she was wound up from her run, nervous about her new place and probably sick and tired of Lei tormenting her in her puppy way. I waited for a few, then walked toward her, stepped on the leash. Avoiding her eyes, I bent down and picked up the leash, then I took her to the kennel and put her inside. I admit to not being brave enough to take off her leash.
She was in the kennel for about 20 minutes, then I brought her back out and she is now lying on the floor of the living room. Lei is in her kennel nearby. Lei is letting us know that she does not like this arrangement. But for now, it is what is working.
Mike slipped on the stairs, and when he did, his arms flew up scaring Chloe and she bolted. Most dogs would have gone like a shot. All she had to do was leap the creek and she would have been gone in the pucker brush. I am so grateful that she has at least connected with us a little bit, and she didn’t run off