Ugh, so basically, I was freaking out on Friday because my mom had said that we were probably going to have to get rid of Brutus. But I held onto that tiny hope that we might not, and so I was okay. He's always being bad and when he gets something he's not supposed to he gets really aggressive - growling, barking, and just recently starting to bite at people when they try to get it away from him. It has gotten worse over the past few days, and we talked to someone from the Humane Society about it on Wednesday or Thursday, and she told us some stuff, but he was still getting worse. An aggression specialist was supposed to call either Friday night or sometime this weekend and of course, hasn't called. Last night while I was at Bekka's, he got something and they tied his leash to the railing - that's what we do for his time outs - and then when they got it away from him, he still kept barking and starting biting in random directions so my mom couldn't even come back in the house (she was in the garage and the railing was right by the door) and Ryan couldn't come upstairs. I guess I don't understand as well because I didn't see it, but they're both better at letting go than I am, I suppose, so they knew that's what we had to do.
So last night I slept downstairs with him, although he was still in the kennel, I was on the floor less than 10 feet away. And this morning I've just been crying a lot and petting him and giving him food he's not supposed to have and telling him I love him.
They left maybe 15 minutes ago to take him, I didn't go because I doubt I'm strong enough to hold myself together at the Humane Society.
I guess my mom's going to ask if they're going to euthanize him because really, unless someone who specializes in these sort of things really works with him, he's just going to keep doing it and getting worse.
I know it's for the better, but I hate it.
I miss you Brutus.
So last night I slept downstairs with him, although he was still in the kennel, I was on the floor less than 10 feet away. And this morning I've just been crying a lot and petting him and giving him food he's not supposed to have and telling him I love him.
They left maybe 15 minutes ago to take him, I didn't go because I doubt I'm strong enough to hold myself together at the Humane Society.
I guess my mom's going to ask if they're going to euthanize him because really, unless someone who specializes in these sort of things really works with him, he's just going to keep doing it and getting worse.
I know it's for the better, but I hate it.
I miss you Brutus.
1 comments:
im so sorry you had to let him go, and i hope that someone can help him get to be a better puppy than he already was.
a few years ago, i had a little rat terrior and while i was away at a friends' house, this toddler grabbed him and wouldnt let go. while the toddler wasa holding him, the dog was trying to get away. in the process, my dog bit the kids face. the kid had to get plastic surgery TWICE and they put my dog to sleep. the sad part is that i was at a friends house the whole time, and didnt even get to say goodbye.
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