It never fails to amaze me how some people feel that it's their given right to judge a person for the choices they make. I have been dealing with Hero for the past several weeks and after he bit my son, we gave up on him. My husband is relatively unrelenting in this. He has said that the dog must go.
I found him a home and he'll be going to his new home on Saturday. I'm sad, but relieved, too, because he'll go to a home where there are other dogs to play with, he won't have time to chew or dig everything in sight (but he's "JUST A PUPPY!!") and my back yard won't be a mud pit any longer.
Tonight I caught him trying to eat one of the sprinkler heads and that was not cool. I had to chase him off my son because he has decided that my son is a chew toy. It's not making me happy. I don't know how to train a dog. Things have changed since I was younger and living with my mother at home with all her dogs. This is a HUSKY. He's a serious dog. I don't like "giving up" but I can't have him eating my family members or my yard. My husband is extremely agitated that the dog ate his raspberry. The raspberry was planted a month ago and is chewed to the ground. He's been attacking the Japanese Maple but is squirted when he gets near it.
Today at work, someone asked about the dog. I told her that he was moving out and she said, "you should have told me. I'd take him. I'd keep him inside." (he's an outside dog--howls in his crate any time he's locked into it)
I felt like it was a slap at me, even though I'm sure it wasn't. I don't believe that a dog has to be treated as a demi-god. I've been down that road. My mother's a prime example. Her gods are treated as demi-gods. This annoys me no end. She won't even visit her GRANDCHILDREN and they're human and 2 footed. Her 4 footed critters are her "babies" and that's her thing. She won't drive 2 hours to visit us. Of course, I kind of play the same game--I don't go the 2 hours to visit her. It's not a good thing, but there it is. I still am not forgiving that she won't recognize my kids. Ah well. I'll forgive and forget. Or not.
So, Hero is moving out to a friend's house. Her boyfriend wants him. He's got property and dogs for Hero to play with.
I'm sorry it didn't work out. I'm sorry that I'm such a horrible person who can't train a 12 week old puppy, who is overwhelmed and out of her league.
Thank goodness I'm not trying to do car repair, you know??
