Thanks for the words of encouragement, guys. We haven't decided to give up on the little turd yet - and I am justified in calling him a turd because the vet just called to tell me that he does not have an infection, so it is most likely a "behavioral issue." Pfff! I did get a helicopter tail wag and a bum in the air as a welcome home, though, so that's good. Oh, yes, I also got a dog crate full of pee when I got home. But that's exactly why he was in the crate. It's so funny when that little moron goes in the house. He so obviously never lived with a family inside before, because when I find his pee spot and then start to clean it up, he comes over, sniffs it, looks at me like, "hey, whatcha doing there? Cleaning that up? Never woulda thought.." He's obviously never gotten into trouble for doing it before. The problem is that we never actually catch him in the act, so we don't have an opportunity to tell him "no!" We try to praise him and give him treats when he goes outside, but he turns and looks at us like, "Geeze, guys, I'm just taking a leak. For crying out loud, gimme some peace." I simply don't know what we're going to do with him. Well, yes, I do. We're going to take him for walk, after walk, after walk, after walk, after walk....