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Originally Posted by irishbimmer
Sounds like something bad happened and I'm an idiot but do not know-hope things are gonna be ok and you do not lose your poetic license to be unfailingly funny.
Bill
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Bill, thank you.
I'm a bad loser. Let's go to the woods and if a bear attacks us, I'll try to make sure you'll have a head start.
Hubby ran with our big dog every night and that's a more controlled way to observe a gs than my free wheeling walking ways, he told me for a month the dog had issues at times. I take training seriously, the rest of the time is just for fun and endorsing pact rules.
I've trained about 100-200 dogs in my life, most of them problem dogs. I fucking know dogs.
She was trained to guard, to stop and lately also to put her teeth to the meat.
I heard the dogs fighting 4/1 advantage on weight alone for Kissa there, and it took us minutes to get them apart. The only reason she didn't kill Rabies was that his collar is very much a biceb band from my wilder days.
My boys were coming in, and my dog attacked. I was already in the car on my way to a vet to put her her down when the hubby called an told me he was standing right to her, and she was doing the thing he complained about for weeks earlier.
I knew she was going to be put down, but the vet did a few scans and apparently her brain had anomalities. Thanks to my hubby and the vet, I got to put down the dog I loved and not a mindless killer wannabe.
Kissa got to say goodbye to the kids, and I got to sleep one night with her ass on my face and the next day she was put down.
I loved her to bits and so did the kids too. However, with her training there was absolutely no options.