So far, this family of 4 has been through two dogs. We love dogs. With high energy boys dogs are almost a must... I hate to say, though, that we recently just got rid of the last dog we're going to have for awhile. Let me share with you our stories...
My husband and I bought our first house last year. We were given a puppy; a chocolate lab. A friend's dog had babies and we were deemed a good home so we were given a puppy.
We were given Hershey about three days after we moved into this new house. I was pregnant with M, our youngest, at the time, and the house needed some remodeling. I've never had a puppy before and was relying on my husband to teach me how to teach her. I tried, and for my first time I didn't do so bad; considering I was also raising two little boys attachment parenting style... Long story short, my poor baby Hershey got aggressive. It wasn't totally my fault {at 10 weeks old, when she was in the back yard the Electric/Gas company guy both maced and beat her... She was small then... And I was home; the idiot from the gas company didn't even bother knocking on the door!}, but she got aggressive nonetheless. She attacked me and with lots of tears and much regret we had to re-home our one year old dog. G, our oldest, told everyone who would listen how Hershey attacked and bit his mommy. It really made him sad and I am really sorry he had to see it.
The day we surrendered Hershey to her new owners I posted to a wonderful moms group that I am a member of how sad and broken up I was about losing Hershey. Our house was so empty without a dog.
The next day, Father's day actually, I got an email from my friend. It read something like this. "Hi. I read your post about having to get rid of Hershey. I'm so sorry to hear that. I don't know what kind of dog you are looking for to replace her, but we have a dog we are looking to re-home...
My friend gave us what we thought was the sweetest, most loveable, wonderful dog. He was such a well behaved dog, so sweet and loving, and affectionate. He was great with the kids, and just all around wonderful... We had Rusty for a month, until...
It was the evening of July 20th. I fed Rusty and had to go to the bathroom. My husband and G were playing on the couch, and M was walking around like usual. Next thing I know, I'm being handed a bloody baby...
Rusty had attacked M because apparently, M had tried to get to his food. Now the baby has 13 stitches and us, his parents are more than traumitized. It's very hard not to close my eyes and see the poor baby full of blood...
We did learn a lesson; never, ever take your eyes off of a dog around your children. EVER. Even if that dog is wonderful, sweet, and the LAST dog you'd ever expect to do something like that. Believe me, Rusty was the last dog we ever thought would go savage.
So, for a little while at least, this family will be dog free. I guess I'm just stuck sweeping Cheerio's up off the floor 29 times a day... Oh well. :)
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