Originally Posted by CuddlesMom
. He probably doesn't even realize it's his own fault his dog is going to be euthanized.
Yes and that is devistating. Because that is the truth. the truth is that no dog had to die. Foxxy didn't have to die. His dog didn't have o die. DA dogs live and love their families every day for good long lives. FOxxy was DA, and that is because this wasn't the first dog attack we've suffered through. It was, in fact, the seventh.
The first was a pair of off leash boston terriers in spring 2010. We were at the poo post and the owner just thought his dogs would follow him around and not get into trouble. At that time we had only foxxy, so it was easy to pull her up, but I still got clawed up by his beasts.
August 2010, a lady with a mutt she had been keepin cooped up on her porch illegally while she healed from knee surgery had a leash and collar on her dog, but too loose, and the moment it saw Tag and Foxxy it slipped off the collar and made a beeline for us. That time I had to crouch down and put my back to the attacking dog with my dogs underneath me.
The third was an incident at a socialization class shortly after that. Someone brought their wound up, mouthy brittany to class, and it wanted to bite foxxy. I'm sure it thought it was playing, but it had no manners. That was the trainer's fault for not telling that person to leave their dog out. We never went back to that class.
The fourth and fifth was the same dog owner, an MMA fighter wit h2 german shepherds. He had a nasty habit of keeping his dogs off leash and then making all sorts of excuses ranging from "i forgot" to "ther is no good place to let them run" yeah, sure in an apartment complex with a leashless park, there's no room? you've got to be kidding. you're too lazy to walk the 500 yards up the street. Once was in the quad behind the apartments, he was sitting out having a beer when I came home from the pet store and his older one went right for us. The second time, we were out on the long leashes and he just let his dogs out the door without looking for other people and foxxy got grabbed. I thought I was going to lose her that time. I wound up with severe rope burn from the leashes that day, around my fingers and the backs of my knees.
The sixth time, foxxy was truly DA while on leash. We were working on her with that, but there's only so much you can do with doggie PTSD. She was fine off leash at the dog park with dogs her own size. We knew her limits. We even managed to housetrain her. But dogs have to be walked just for their own well being. She loved walking. WE took her out on 6 and 7 mile nature hikes, and she loved it until her pads were worn and her toenails were short. It was a golden retriever. That lady pissed me off. There's nothing like the 1st chakra clenching moment when you hear "He's friendly! He's friendll! don't worry!" Thanks lady, but my dog is not. The retriever, I am sure wanted a friend initially, but sentiments changed quickly. The dog rushed up, completely leashless. Foxxy bit his nose. I had to yank her up and hustle for the door.
The seventh was this person's dog, and that ended her. People around here are crazy stupid, inconsiderate and clueless with their dogs quite a lot more than is healthy. This is an apartment complex with no weight restrictions, but a list of breed restrictions. And the sad thing is that this could have been prevented.
WE belonged here. He did not. His dog should have stayed home. It should have stayed on leash, with a muzzle, or in the apartment while he was visiting. There was just no reason and no justification for what happened and because it was a dog's death, nobody really cares, really. We're expected to get over it quickly and move on with life. WE are not allowed to grieve for our pets the way we grieve for human family members. But we do. We absolutlely grieve, even while society tells us that we are not allowed to take time off of work for something like a dog. It's just a dog. Go get another one.
Well we did go get another one, but Phoebe doesn't replace what we lost. Phoebe is a third dog, not a first dog. ANd foxxy's presence is still very much all around the apartment. I still find mats of her fur all over. I find a loved chew toy filled with her dental impressions. I find all of her old collars and harnesses that we tried on her over the years. And the piddle stains where she invariably missed her mat every once in a while are not coming up. I'm sure that Taggert can smell her everywhere still too.
It has been one month exactly today, and I sat up after work listening to her playlist. Foxxy had a playlist of songs that we sang to her or played around her. They were her theme songs. And I added "bright Eyes" by art Garfunkel and bawled my eyes out again.