He's made a full recovery. And he's an inside dog now! He's made friends with everybody. The chihuahuas play with him. He tries to play with the possum, who just growls at him. He stands there, giving the possum a look like, "I just wanted to be your friend". My girlfriend, who's moving in with me next month is bringing her Welsh corgi, and he's made friends with them already. It's amazing how an 89 pound boxer can be such a loving, caring dog. The neighbor is still as nasty as she can possibly be though. Her brother is just as screwed up as her, if not worse. I found him near the fence with a rifle "trying to shoot a snake" the other day, but he had the rifle aiming almost directly at the sulcata pen. I gave him a fair warning, that if he didn't put the gun away, I'd call the cops. He told me to mind my own business. I went inside, and called the cops. They came, and cited him with putting people and non-game animals at risk, and they confiscated his gun because it wasn't registered! Now I'm really the asshole in the situation. They definitely have something wrong with them. According to them, I am "a Messiah for the devil". Also they've told me they will be avenged, and I'll get what I deserve. I've actually been taking my Ipod, which has voice recorder and a clock, out with me in my front left pocket, in case they say something, and usually they do.