This morning I had to relocate Muffin to her dad's house -- the relocation took place at about 4:00 am. This occurred right after she attacked her sister, Booboo. Right there in bed, I'm laying in the middle of the two dogs, and Muffin attacks Booboo.
It was pretty bad. I tackled Muffin and held onto her with my arms wrapped around her hips. I tried to pull her away from Booboo, but Booboo isn't one to run from a fight. Unfortunately, Booboo doesn't normally win fights. This time was no exception. I screamed for them to stop - finally Maegan heard me, came in, and got Booboo out of the bedroom.
The first thing that I did was to call Jake - to tell him that he had to take Muffin. However he didn't answer his phone. I left some kind of garbled message -- I was hyperventlating - I always do when I get extremely scared or upset.
So, I checked on Booboo, saw that she was pretty tore up, got Muffin's collar and leash and took her out to my truck. I drove straight over to Jake's house, praying that he was actually there. When I got there, "someone's" car was in his drive. I didn't care. I knocked on the door until I woke him/them and he came to the door. I handed him the leash, told him what happened, and told him that I was going to take Booboo to the vet. Oh, and Muffin can't live with us anymore. Then I got into my truck and drove away.
I did a lot of thinking about this situation. It isn't new. Muffin has attacked Booboo in the past. She has also attacked other dogs. She and Boo squeezed through a hole in the fence and attacked our neighbor's pit bull last Thursday evening. Muffin seems to have an agressive streak that I can't erase.
I did one on one training with Muffin last November - January. It helped immensely. She seemed like a different dog. She hadn't attacked Booboo since... until last night.
I tried everything that I knew of to help Muffin stay with us. But nothing worked.
I guess that sometimes love isn't enough. I thought that if I loved her enough I could help to change her personality - make her into a less aggressive dog. If I loved her enough, I could find a solution to keep her. If I loved her enough, it would work out to be okay. But it isn't enough. Not always...
It was pretty bad. I tackled Muffin and held onto her with my arms wrapped around her hips. I tried to pull her away from Booboo, but Booboo isn't one to run from a fight. Unfortunately, Booboo doesn't normally win fights. This time was no exception. I screamed for them to stop - finally Maegan heard me, came in, and got Booboo out of the bedroom.
The first thing that I did was to call Jake - to tell him that he had to take Muffin. However he didn't answer his phone. I left some kind of garbled message -- I was hyperventlating - I always do when I get extremely scared or upset.
So, I checked on Booboo, saw that she was pretty tore up, got Muffin's collar and leash and took her out to my truck. I drove straight over to Jake's house, praying that he was actually there. When I got there, "someone's" car was in his drive. I didn't care. I knocked on the door until I woke him/them and he came to the door. I handed him the leash, told him what happened, and told him that I was going to take Booboo to the vet. Oh, and Muffin can't live with us anymore. Then I got into my truck and drove away.
I did a lot of thinking about this situation. It isn't new. Muffin has attacked Booboo in the past. She has also attacked other dogs. She and Boo squeezed through a hole in the fence and attacked our neighbor's pit bull last Thursday evening. Muffin seems to have an agressive streak that I can't erase.
I did one on one training with Muffin last November - January. It helped immensely. She seemed like a different dog. She hadn't attacked Booboo since... until last night.
I tried everything that I knew of to help Muffin stay with us. But nothing worked.
I guess that sometimes love isn't enough. I thought that if I loved her enough I could help to change her personality - make her into a less aggressive dog. If I loved her enough, I could find a solution to keep her. If I loved her enough, it would work out to be okay. But it isn't enough. Not always...
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