Posted on 06/14/2021 8:55:06 AM PDT by yesthatjallen
Last Christmas morning, I patted my bed, inviting my newly adopted beagle, Bonnie, to jump up and cuddle. My boyfriend, still under the covers, reached out to pet her soft little head, which was now wedged between us. I turned away to grab my phone, and it happened: a guttural bark, followed by a human scream. I whipped around to see my boyfriend’s hand covered in blood. Before I could figure out how to help him, he was out the door on his way to urgent care.
It was Bonnie’s second bite in the week since I’d adopted her.
Like many others last year, I was thrilled to adopt a dog. The so-called pandemic puppy boom made for what felt like stiff competition at the time—according to one Nielsen survey, pet adoptions between March and July 2020 rose more than 15 percent from the same stretch in 2019. After months of filling out applications, I was eventually contacted by an animal shelter in New Jersey: A 6-year-old beagle whose photo melted my heart was ready to meet me. Some friends and I drove down from New York City to pick her up, and when we got out of the car, Bonnie trotted up to me immediately. Timid but curious, she allowed me to scratch one of her velvety ears as she sniffed my jacket. When she leaned into my hands like the beagle I had growing up used to do, it seemed meant to be.
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“-———soooo, i can see them AND touch them?”
If you are tall enough.
I am told that is true in the dating market as well.
I'm going out on a limb and guessing that this isn't the first short-term relationship she's brought to bed.
She should have dealt with the regular ole “Human Society” ASPCA,they will take back any thing they give you.
But I soon learned the shelter where Bonnie came from wouldn’t help me. A volunteer explained that Bonnie was too dangerous to adopt out again, and their affiliated sanctuaries—including several beagle-specific rescues—declined to take her. Another dog rescue organization in New York City told me that her bite history—seven bites at the time, though that number would grow—was too extensive for her to even qualify for a special rehabilitation program. Both conversations ended on the same topic: “behavioral euthanasia.”
Shelter knew the dog was a bitter and was negligent in adopting the thing out.
I tend to agree with you on that. The shelter had to have known.
Heck, I’m a cat person but I know quite a bit about dogs having grown up with so many. Even just understanding animals…there’s more to this story that wasn’t told. But also I strongly believe it is our obligation to research very carefully any breed or mutt or shelter or breeder before you take the plunge. It’s work but these are lives important whether feline or canine or human.
I have two female Pittie-mix rescues. Both were dumped right after a having puppies. Probably abused, since it took a few days for them to warm up to me. They are smart, well behaved, and tolerant of other dogs, kids, people, whatever. And very loyal. I blame the Lib owner.
Crappy unethical Jersey Dog Shelter was happy to unload the POS.
Let her deal with it. She should sue them.
Folks had a farm.
We had dogs plenty of em.
Every time we got one from where ever, the food would go in the bowl and presented to the mutt ,let it chow down for a bit and Dad would reach down to take it away. Dog growled snapped whatever it was taken back.
He had one they had for a while that bit and killed another puppy that went after its food. It was eliminated.
Never dogs on the furniture in our homes any furniture. Cat hard to control but when we were around, nope on the floor.
Spray bottle works good on the cats
Only if the owners tell the truth.......
Maybe 20 years ago I took in a two year old cat that promptly started tearing up the wall paper in my den and basement and avoiding me at all cost. The person I got it from originally said she would always allow the cat outdoors.
When I returned it to the lady I grilled her further and she admitted it was a feral cat living under her deck that she had trapped and took it to rescue.......
LOL! I just got home after spending 3 days in the hospital, the first day in the emergency room.
Thursday my cat bit me while we were playing, not hard so I took no notice of it. Then Saturday morning my hand hurt like hell and was swelling up. At first I thought I had hit it on something in the garage but then the swelling continued up my arm. I had developed a severe bacterial infection and was lucky I went to the emergency room when I did Saturday morning.
I still like cats tho.....LOL!
Most liberals have problems recognizing reality.
It’s as dumb as pretending your dog is an Emotional Support Animal so you can take it everywhere.
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These ostensibly emotionally fragile people don’t seem to have any problems expecting others to accommodate them.
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Great post.
Cats can be just as bad as some dogs. I once dated a woman who did the cat rescue thing. She had 5 at the time and all were good-natured but after we started dating one older female cat became really viscious towards a younger female cat. I still think it had been going for some time but the owner would not admit it. Then one day out of the blue, it bit the owner badly along with scratching her. I told her the cat was trouble and she tried t get the rescue center to reclaim it. They refused to have anything to do with it. Later on after I stopped seeing her, I learned the cat bit her so badly she had to make a trip to the hospital.
But far too many people just follow trends all the time and listen to “experts” rather than think for themselves.
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We have become a nation of followers who are easily misled and deceived. The herd instinct is very strong in humans.
Our education system should stress critical thinking and independent judgement, but it does just the opposite. The long term results of this brainwashing are becoming obvious and do not bode well for the future of this country.
And boyfriend should not have under the covers in her bed in the first place. But this is a liberated women, on the broad way to Hell.
Boyfriend should NOT have reached out to pat.
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If you can’t make a move in your own home without getting attacked, it’s time for the dog to go.
I bred dogs, showed dogs, and trained dogs. Yes, aggressive dogs can be trained. However, they should never be completely trusted. Who wants to live like that?
What if you have someone that accidently steps on their tail? It might have been your fault, but it doesn’t deserve a trip to the hospital.
I would have put that dog down long before she did, and I would have had zero guilt doing it.
A few weeks later, I was sitting on the floor of my kitchen with Bonnie and a dog trainer.
I was already familiar with these training methods from a MasterClass I’d seen,
Bonnie had sunken her teeth into my hand during my first full day with her. I’d reached out while she was licking her leg, unaware I’d crossed a boundary... I only half-lied. I said she was doing great, and when I tilted my webcam toward her during Zoom calls, I made sure my swollen, scabbing hand wasn’t visible on the screen.
The daily dog anxiety meds came next, though they did little to make my otherwise healthy pup less afraid.
The trainer came back a few days later. Bonnie bit her, too. With each incident, there was no growling, no toothy snarling, no indicators that she would pounce...I never was able to anticipate what would set her off, and there was no way to control her environment on the streets of New York.
dog rescue organization in New York City told me that her bite history—seven bites at the time, though that number would grow—was too extensive for her to even qualify for a special rehabilitation program. Both conversations ended on the same topic: “behavioral euthanasia.” I was dumbfounded to discover you could call a vet’s office and ask them to do that... It was an excruciatingly lonely decision to make, but when I turned things over in my head, I came up with this: In a comfortable and loving home, Bonnie was always on the defense, even in the calmest of situations. When it came down to it, her quality of life was poor. I couldn’t envision her feeling safe in any situation, no matter how rural the home, no matter how many triggers were eliminated. To prevent her from harming herself or anyone else again, I chose behavioral euthanasia.
Bonnie’s last day came sooner than expected. On a quiet Sunday morning while I pet her on the floor, she inexplicably snapped at my face, though her mouth clamped down hard around my boyfriend’s forearm instead of my cheek...In the days after Bonnie was put down, I roamed my newly empty home like a zombie.
Some time after I said goodbye to Bonnie, I took a trip to my parents’ house in Massachusetts. - https://www.msn.com/en-us/health/wellness/i-adopted-a-pandemic-dog%E2%80%94then-i-had-to-put-her-down-i-learned-im-far-from-alone/ar-AAKRxv9
This liberated women had no husband to help, and choose not to have children of her own, and perhaps was a only child of liberals, and had no experience in or appreciation for establishing firm but caring authority, and while understandably being very grieved at putting down a dog, she likely has had an abortion or supports such, using like rational that she used to justify behavioral euthanasia.
Agreed
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