November 14 2014
A bit of a weird day. Milton was very tired when we woke up. After he went pee, I made coffee, and normally he would get a toy and watch me, but instead he went to the bed next to the chair and fell back asleep. I sat on the couch with the coffee and called him, he came up next to me, and promptly fell back asleep again. I figured this was due to the increased Prozac dose. I sat there for half an hour and he didn't stir, even when I got ready for work. Instead of giving him breakfast I decided to let him keep sleeping and put him back in his crate. 
I worried a little about him not having walkies/poop or breakfast, but he was fine when I got home for lunch. I took him around the yard for pees and poops - thank goodness he's OK pooping in the yard without a walk on horrible weather days!
Since he hadn't had any breakfast training went really well because he was hungry for some treats, so we were able to have a longer training session. We did sit, stay, look, and seek. I still can't get him to do "down" using the usual methods, so I'll try what I did with "sit" - which was to say sit, mash his butt, say "good sit!" and reward - and eventually he figured it out. 
I LOVE Fridays because I don't work in the afternoons - I work 7:30 - 5:30 Monday to Thursday and 7:30 - 11:30 on Friday. I still had work to do, so Milton hung out with his toys while I was at the computer.
By the way... I've started noticing that once in awhile he'll bring me a toy - bring it toward me and a couple of times, even dropped it. I'm very enthusiastic and say "thank you!" when he does this. I pick it up if he seems to be receptive to me doing that, keep it for just a couple seconds, then give it back to him or throw it. I also touch his toy if he brings one up on the couch and seems receptive - not when he first jumps up, but eventually he'll let go of it and then I can move it slightly. I want to work on him getting used to me touching his toys before I work up to trying to take anything out of his mouth if I ever have to.
Speaking of which - a few weeks ago we were walking in the backyard and there was a huge piece of bone in the yard, still with gristle and blood - YUCK! Must have been a bone someone had given their dog, who was allowed to run loose and then came into our yard and left it there. I knew I would have a very hard time trying to take it out of his mouth, though he did let me take hold of it (I don't remember whether this was before or after the bristle bone incident when he attacked me). At that point I wasn't trying to take it away by force. I was pretty concerned - I HAD to get it away from him somehow - I do NOT want him to have bones, cooked or uncooked, and certainly not bones whose origin I don't know. So what I tried after a few minutes was to pick him up by the leash and have him stand on his back legs while his front legs dangled. I didn't say anything or move, just let him dangle while he tried to keep hold of his prize. Eventually he wasn't able to keep hold on the bone anymore and dropped it, at which point we hustled away fast and went back in the house. But he was fixated on getting back to it - kept running toward the back door. So I put him in the kitchen so he wouldn't see me in the backyard, I went out and found it and disposed of it. I went back in and he was still at the back door, wanting to go out and find the thing, so I took him out and let him search the whole yard for it. Eventually he realized it wasn't there anymore and we went back in.
Anyway, back to today! The rest of the day was good. I had a doctor appointment that went really long, and put Milton in the kitchen with gates while I was gone, and he was fine with that. We had dinner, a short walk and poop in the backyard, and good cuddles.