I am just eaten with guilt right now. Not crying yet but I am guessing that will come later. This is going to be long because there is so much history behind it. After the history, I'll relay the event that happened tonight. And you may not agree with my methods, but they work for us and we have had relatively good success with them considering our situation.
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We have four house dogs. All are over 80 pounds. Two are 115. I'll use doggie aliases. Gauge (11.5) and Marsha (9) are best buddies. Gauge is really slowing down and Marsha has bad hips. She is doing OK but slowing down too.
Tootie and Ingrid are both six years old and female. They used to be best buddies, until one day they decided that they hated each other. They were fine until they were about 4 years of age.
So the dogs are separated all the time, and they have been for years. Let me tell you that it is absolutely taxing and stressful and really not much fun at all.
One dog in, one dog out. Close one crate open another. Hey honey? Did you close that door? OH WAIT!!! So-and-so is out! Etc.
I was a professional dog trainer for several years. I am good with dominant dogs. But some temperament traits are just inherent. They cannot be changed, only managed. And such is the case with the younger dogs trying to "climb the ladder" so to speak.
Gauge and Marsha are together all the time. They are best buds. But Tootie and Ingrid want to fight for dominance with one another and each of them will take on both of the older dogs for dominance. It isn't like our house is a raging dog fight at all. The older dogs run the house and the two six year olds are crated. Of course the younger ones also get to run around the house, but only for 1/3 of the time or less. When they have house time and pass a crated dog, they are fine.
Even when both are outside of their crates and in the house loose, they tend to be fine together. That is, until someone knocks at the door and one of the dogs higher in rank barks. Then it is ON. This is the trigger, and of course we cannot predict when someone will come to the door, or the mailman will drive by, etc.
So, our life is a constant rotation of dogs because we have to keep them apart just in case a "trigger" springs up. It isn't worth the risk of keeping them together because fights are very serious and would end in death if I couldn't get them apart.
This is just an example of how serious things get. About six months ago we tried allowing Tootie and Ingrid to run around again together. For a week things were fine. We make sure that there is nothing to protect (like food or toys or beds) and nothing to guard. Then there is a knock on the door. I am breastfeeding the baby (who at the time was just out of the NICU at 5 pounds) and the dogs start barking. I see the fight coming.
I try to call the dogs away from one another. But, they have each other by the ears and blood is everywhere. I walk over to the crib, set the baby down, go back and try to pull the dogs apart while talking to them. No luck. Actually had to get two leashes, put a leash around the waist of Tootie and attach her to the leg of the coach. Then I put a leash around the waist of Ingrid and pulled backwards. They came apart. Half of Tootie's ear was gone.
Anyway, what I am getting at is that the stress of keeping the dogs separate is really weighing in on our family. This is not a normal life and not what I signed up for - but I keep going back to the fact that I made a commitment and it should be for LIFE. We've made it this many years keeping everyone in their respective locations, but when we make a mistake it turns into a big deal. Even one mistake a year is a big one. Our life is literally dogs in crates and behind doors.
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Tootie introduced me to my husband. She crawled in his lap at the dog park. She was in our wedding.
So on to tonight.
Yesterday I gave her a bath and tonight I wanted to see if she was still smelling good. I patted her on the back and bent to get closer. She whirled around and snapped at my face. Her whiskers actually grazed my cheek, but I was just far enough away that she did not make physical contact. I immediately commanded her into a down, which she would normally do for my in ANY situation under ANY kind of stress. She wouldn't go down. I literally had to push her to the ground.
And here is where I start the random rambling.
I am almost certain that I either need to have her put to sleep or find her a home. She has never threatened me, or any other human for that matter. I think she would move right in to someone else's home just fine. She is an awesome dog. Very protective of her family, great in public situations, a great obedience demo dog, etc.
But I committed to her. For life. And she introduced me to my husband! I have developed a little bit of distance with her since the dog fight we had six months ago. I have this superstition that giving up on this dog is like giving up on my marriage. Or more like if I give her up, something will happen to my marriage because she is the one who essentially got us together. I know its odd, and I know its weird...but I guess I am trying to say that I just don't know what to do.
I keep thinking things like:
1) When the baby starts crawling, what if someone leaves a crate door open and a dog fight breaks out?
2) What if Tootie is starting to feel at liberty to challenge my dominance, and because of my family obligations I cannot be the unfailing leader? (When I say sit, you will sit. When I put down food, you wait until I say go. When I open a door, I go out first, etc)
3) Can I live like this? There is no more enjoyment for us when it comes to dogs. It is all work and constant management.
4) Can I place Tootie responsibly?
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Anyway, I am just totally stressed out about the dog thing and I need to vent. I really think it is affecting our family. I don't have positive feelings about the dogs any more - I just take care of them because that was something I committed to before I met my husband and before our child came along. And I feel a lot of guilt related to possibly placing out Tootie. I just don't know what to do.
If you have gotten this far and care to weigh in, I would really appreciate hearing what you have to say. What course of action would you take? Please share your opinions, and if possible, I'd prefer honesty minus flames.
:-)
Thanks.
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We have four house dogs. All are over 80 pounds. Two are 115. I'll use doggie aliases. Gauge (11.5) and Marsha (9) are best buddies. Gauge is really slowing down and Marsha has bad hips. She is doing OK but slowing down too.
Tootie and Ingrid are both six years old and female. They used to be best buddies, until one day they decided that they hated each other. They were fine until they were about 4 years of age.
So the dogs are separated all the time, and they have been for years. Let me tell you that it is absolutely taxing and stressful and really not much fun at all.
One dog in, one dog out. Close one crate open another. Hey honey? Did you close that door? OH WAIT!!! So-and-so is out! Etc.
I was a professional dog trainer for several years. I am good with dominant dogs. But some temperament traits are just inherent. They cannot be changed, only managed. And such is the case with the younger dogs trying to "climb the ladder" so to speak.
Gauge and Marsha are together all the time. They are best buds. But Tootie and Ingrid want to fight for dominance with one another and each of them will take on both of the older dogs for dominance. It isn't like our house is a raging dog fight at all. The older dogs run the house and the two six year olds are crated. Of course the younger ones also get to run around the house, but only for 1/3 of the time or less. When they have house time and pass a crated dog, they are fine.
Even when both are outside of their crates and in the house loose, they tend to be fine together. That is, until someone knocks at the door and one of the dogs higher in rank barks. Then it is ON. This is the trigger, and of course we cannot predict when someone will come to the door, or the mailman will drive by, etc.
So, our life is a constant rotation of dogs because we have to keep them apart just in case a "trigger" springs up. It isn't worth the risk of keeping them together because fights are very serious and would end in death if I couldn't get them apart.
This is just an example of how serious things get. About six months ago we tried allowing Tootie and Ingrid to run around again together. For a week things were fine. We make sure that there is nothing to protect (like food or toys or beds) and nothing to guard. Then there is a knock on the door. I am breastfeeding the baby (who at the time was just out of the NICU at 5 pounds) and the dogs start barking. I see the fight coming.
I try to call the dogs away from one another. But, they have each other by the ears and blood is everywhere. I walk over to the crib, set the baby down, go back and try to pull the dogs apart while talking to them. No luck. Actually had to get two leashes, put a leash around the waist of Tootie and attach her to the leg of the coach. Then I put a leash around the waist of Ingrid and pulled backwards. They came apart. Half of Tootie's ear was gone.
Anyway, what I am getting at is that the stress of keeping the dogs separate is really weighing in on our family. This is not a normal life and not what I signed up for - but I keep going back to the fact that I made a commitment and it should be for LIFE. We've made it this many years keeping everyone in their respective locations, but when we make a mistake it turns into a big deal. Even one mistake a year is a big one. Our life is literally dogs in crates and behind doors.
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Tootie introduced me to my husband. She crawled in his lap at the dog park. She was in our wedding.
So on to tonight.
Yesterday I gave her a bath and tonight I wanted to see if she was still smelling good. I patted her on the back and bent to get closer. She whirled around and snapped at my face. Her whiskers actually grazed my cheek, but I was just far enough away that she did not make physical contact. I immediately commanded her into a down, which she would normally do for my in ANY situation under ANY kind of stress. She wouldn't go down. I literally had to push her to the ground.
And here is where I start the random rambling.
I am almost certain that I either need to have her put to sleep or find her a home. She has never threatened me, or any other human for that matter. I think she would move right in to someone else's home just fine. She is an awesome dog. Very protective of her family, great in public situations, a great obedience demo dog, etc.
But I committed to her. For life. And she introduced me to my husband! I have developed a little bit of distance with her since the dog fight we had six months ago. I have this superstition that giving up on this dog is like giving up on my marriage. Or more like if I give her up, something will happen to my marriage because she is the one who essentially got us together. I know its odd, and I know its weird...but I guess I am trying to say that I just don't know what to do.
I keep thinking things like:
1) When the baby starts crawling, what if someone leaves a crate door open and a dog fight breaks out?
2) What if Tootie is starting to feel at liberty to challenge my dominance, and because of my family obligations I cannot be the unfailing leader? (When I say sit, you will sit. When I put down food, you wait until I say go. When I open a door, I go out first, etc)
3) Can I live like this? There is no more enjoyment for us when it comes to dogs. It is all work and constant management.
4) Can I place Tootie responsibly?
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Anyway, I am just totally stressed out about the dog thing and I need to vent. I really think it is affecting our family. I don't have positive feelings about the dogs any more - I just take care of them because that was something I committed to before I met my husband and before our child came along. And I feel a lot of guilt related to possibly placing out Tootie. I just don't know what to do.
If you have gotten this far and care to weigh in, I would really appreciate hearing what you have to say. What course of action would you take? Please share your opinions, and if possible, I'd prefer honesty minus flames.
:-)
Thanks.










