It has been done...He is now in the back bedroom resting. I picked him up yesterday evening, and he was still kinda out of it. I told the girl at the desk when I dropped him off that he had never tried to bite me or anything, but that he was feral. She said that he must be a stray as ferals couldn't be handled. I just said whatever, I'm just telling you what he is like. That not to use force at first, to try being nice. Well, He didn't understand the trying to be nice idea. THe girl told them that he was a stray. Her mistake. He tried to bit someone. There was a note on his cage door. When I went to pick him up the let me in the back to put him back in the carrier. The first thing he did was put his head on my shoulder then rolled over to have his belly rubbed. He is my baby. He has now decided that he loves his large dog crate, and I don't think he wants to go back out. He loves to stay in his paper lined litter box. Doesn't even try to get out, just wants his food/water, and lots of love. He is sooooo spoiled. I'm going to keep him in for another couple of days as it is pretty cold out. Then I think he needs to go back out to the barn and enjoy the outside again.
Mary
Mary