Evidently I have been unable to give Scooby all of what she wants needs desires, yesterday morning she launched another attack on Alice again. Alice was roughed up taking a few stitches above her right eye. My left arm took a couple of bites too but nothing like last time.
I'm done trying to figure out this dog, I think you all know I gave her more than 100% of my efforts and a couple of handfuls of 2nd chances.
If I'd given her up to a no kill shelter it would only be a matter of time until they placed her, her behavior 99.99999% of the time is flawless, not just flawless but exemplary as far as most of her traits would be concerned, until of course that one moment when everything's gone to shit. I couldn't allow that to happen to a stranger, their dog(s) or kids.
My good friend Hank came by last night to dig her grave, a .22 to her brain stem would be the end of her this morning, she deserved one last night of love and snuggles and as long as Alice was spending the night @ the veterinary hospital Scooby could have me all to herself.
As she sat by my side she only trembled, her ears pinned back on her head, tail tucked hard between her legs, she made whimpering whining sounds. When we climbed into bed she snuggled hard and continued to making small whimpers and almost kitty cat like very soft mewing sounds, she knew something was up, she knew it wasn't good, all night long I showered her with gentle love, but she seemed reclusive or reserved @ best.
we shared a couple of McDoubles w/cheese, actually she ate one and we shared the 2nd.
I took a few pics of her laying in bed and realized that I had almost no pics of Scooby outside in the yard. Here are a few from this morning.
To say my emotions were mixed this morning would be an understatement, I cried like a baby and was yet relieved that these issues would finally be put to rest.
Before I could put her down Hank came to the rescue, his home may be more suited to Scooby as he has no kids or dogs, the cat thing will need to be worked out but Scooby usually ignores cats and will not find herself competing for the things the cats want.
So now Hank has Scooby and Scooby will have Hank to herself, as we're best friends I'm sure we'll get plenty of visitation (already asked/requested by Hank) by Scooby too.
As I dropped off Scooby's stuff she sat in the back seat of my car, when I tried to get her out of the car she wouldn't go, she hopped from back seat to the front and back again several times. The betrayed look on her face screamed "NOOOOO!" @ me, she's seen this routine before, and probably soon after she'd offended previously. Even though she loves Hank more than anyone else I know she just didn't want to go.
I can take her to the woods, or the local football field, she unloads from the car @ the vets office and anywhere else we go, but she didn't want to be handed off to someone else again. I'd bet my nuts that she remembers being handed off before.
I've observed uncanny behavior based on what I imagined was Scooby's memory before, memory of what had happened between us and what I think were past memories of days/years prior to us.
I expected for Scooby & Alice to have a squabble or two every so often, I was just never going to accept being bit again.
I'm done trying to figure out this dog, I think you all know I gave her more than 100% of my efforts and a couple of handfuls of 2nd chances.
If I'd given her up to a no kill shelter it would only be a matter of time until they placed her, her behavior 99.99999% of the time is flawless, not just flawless but exemplary as far as most of her traits would be concerned, until of course that one moment when everything's gone to shit. I couldn't allow that to happen to a stranger, their dog(s) or kids.
My good friend Hank came by last night to dig her grave, a .22 to her brain stem would be the end of her this morning, she deserved one last night of love and snuggles and as long as Alice was spending the night @ the veterinary hospital Scooby could have me all to herself.
As she sat by my side she only trembled, her ears pinned back on her head, tail tucked hard between her legs, she made whimpering whining sounds. When we climbed into bed she snuggled hard and continued to making small whimpers and almost kitty cat like very soft mewing sounds, she knew something was up, she knew it wasn't good, all night long I showered her with gentle love, but she seemed reclusive or reserved @ best.
we shared a couple of McDoubles w/cheese, actually she ate one and we shared the 2nd.
I took a few pics of her laying in bed and realized that I had almost no pics of Scooby outside in the yard. Here are a few from this morning.
To say my emotions were mixed this morning would be an understatement, I cried like a baby and was yet relieved that these issues would finally be put to rest.
Before I could put her down Hank came to the rescue, his home may be more suited to Scooby as he has no kids or dogs, the cat thing will need to be worked out but Scooby usually ignores cats and will not find herself competing for the things the cats want.
So now Hank has Scooby and Scooby will have Hank to herself, as we're best friends I'm sure we'll get plenty of visitation (already asked/requested by Hank) by Scooby too.
As I dropped off Scooby's stuff she sat in the back seat of my car, when I tried to get her out of the car she wouldn't go, she hopped from back seat to the front and back again several times. The betrayed look on her face screamed "NOOOOO!" @ me, she's seen this routine before, and probably soon after she'd offended previously. Even though she loves Hank more than anyone else I know she just didn't want to go.
I can take her to the woods, or the local football field, she unloads from the car @ the vets office and anywhere else we go, but she didn't want to be handed off to someone else again. I'd bet my nuts that she remembers being handed off before.
I've observed uncanny behavior based on what I imagined was Scooby's memory before, memory of what had happened between us and what I think were past memories of days/years prior to us.
I expected for Scooby & Alice to have a squabble or two every so often, I was just never going to accept being bit again.
