I'm getting really tired of stunts people pull to look compassionate.
My local dog shelter gets a lot of flack for being a "kill" shelter. I'm wondering what dogs they are killing because the ones the get put of for adoption and that "second chance" usually suck.
It took me 6 months to get Daisy out of them. She was kinda beat up too. If she were any more thrashed, it would have been a no deal. I had to smooze the ladies at the pound to get her.
You got Cesar Milan running his Island for misfit dogs.... with signs up telling you not to make eye contact... or the SOB's will kill you....
Let's get real. Outside of my gentle tutelage, BB or Daisy would have turned flat dangerous. Both were well on the way when I stopped them. In Daisy's case, the pound people were obviously good to her. It helped.
I had a Golden Retriever that I lost for 2 years. He was about 5. I think he got stolen and dumped. He found his way home 2 years later. Found him in the back of my truck at the grocery. I was so happy to see him.... but it didn't stay that way.....
I did let him lead the rest of his normal life, but it probably was a mistake. He went wild while he was gone. Then he tore the shit out of my brother in law for no particular reason.
You couldn't trust him anymore. I ended up hosting a wild animal.
I tried to fix him, but sometimes you just can't unscramble eggs. If I had been thinking with my head instead of my heart, I could have saved my brother in law 150 stitches. He would have tore me up too, but he wasn't up to fighting me. Luckily it was my brother in law or I'd probably still be paying.
He was such a good boy before he went missing.
Then you have a dog you can't let around kids, other dogs, other people or take anywhere. He lived in his kennel. I felt like a warden.
I don't think Brody was any happier than I was.
The other one was Sasha, a big dobie bitch. She just went bad after she had a couple litters of pups. I made the mistake of thinking.... well hell... one more litter... she's good stock.....
Then one day, she made me shoot her. Getting loose and killing the neighbor.... no choice.... she would have killed him too... she got that dobie brain swelling shit.... She tore a whole section of 7' cyclone fence out to get loose. Because I was breeding responsibly, that wasn't passed on to any of her pups.
This all leaves me with a more pragmatic attitude about canines. They are wonderful if they have a good people. Alone, lacking socialization, or having been abused.... there is a point of no return.
I'd say all of the dogs I saw at the pound last time were a project. Impossible is the word for half of them. There was one. A 2 year old Pit Bull. She'll be fine if she gets some decent people. She must have had someone pretty decent before and got lost.
And you can't go wrong with her name
This is where my pragmatism takes over again. One dog is enough. Somebody adopt this girl before I do.