I’m sorry but I had to take Colin back to the shelter Thursday afternoon. Last week he knocked me down twice, bit the instructor, bit me, and corrective training only made him worse. Wednesday night, he went after the neighbor’s dog and tossed it across the yard, knocked me down and tried to bite the back of my neck, and then went after Lily. I’m sorry. Enough is enough. He had to stay in his crate just about 24/7 because of the bad behavior while out of it. He flipped me and my chair over a couple of times. The ringing phone sends him into a fighting frenzy. He tries to get at every smaller dog he sees. I can’t trust him. And if he’s to be a service dog, or a therapy dog, I have to be able to trust him 150%. I feel bad for him, but not guilty about taking him back to the shelter. I had him for a month and things were just getting worse instead of better.
But there is good news. I took Lily to class yesterday morning, told the instructors what was going on, and since Colin only had one of the seven sessions, Lily gets to take his place in class. Let me tell you– she was awesome! She had to be shown what “sit” and “down” meant but once she got the idea, she did it! And stay! She actually stayed!! After the “leave it” drill, she wouldn’t take that treat for love nor money!! And on the 40′ recall?? She actually ran right to me (with some coaxing, of course) but she did it! A couple of the other dogs took the scenic route but she went as straight as an arrow! After class is play time where we let the dogs just be dogs and while she didn’t actually play, she did wander around. And when things got too rowdy for her, she went and stood by one of the bigger dogs, even responding to a puppy bow a couple of times! She was awesome!
I don’t know why Mom’s so excited about me coming to her. Of course I’m going to go to her when she calls me– especially when she’s waving a piece of cheese at me like the checkered flag at a NASCAR race! I’d come to her when she calls me when we’re outside too but not yet– there’s still too many things out there for me to discover! BOL
As for Colin… I miss not having another of my kind here but Mom keeps saying she’s going to find the right dog for us this time. She keeps saying a Great Dane. I know what “Great” means– it means “Good!”, but I don’t know what “Dane” means. I hope it’s something good too. (Oh wait– I know what a Great Dane is– it’s a horse in dogs clothing! Doogie and Gretchen are Great Danes and they’re okay. Big but okay. So I guess in this case “Great” means “big”.) But he did scare me the other night, and I have enough things I need to learn to be not afraid of without having to be afraid of my own brother. I’m glad Mom won’t tolerate “sibling abuse”. He’s basically a good dog, just really messed up. I hope he finds the right home soon…
You’ll have to excuse me now… if I act real cute, I think I can wangle a woofer* from Mom before we go to bed!
*woofer: dried meat chip, looks like a very over-done grilled hamburger.