Thank you for the short time you were with us. We loved the way you spooned with us when we slept, the way you chased the ball in the park, coming home to you after a long day of work, and waking up to your (sometimes annoying) wagging in the morning.
Making the decision to put you down was one of the most difficult decisions we've ever had to make. We tried so hard to work through your issues and wanted to keep you so bad. 99.5% of the time you were the perfect fit for us. We were worried when we saw your aggression towards kids, knowing they must have done something to you before we got you, but we took you to a behaviorist and worked through it. We were worried when you bit my parents puppy, but thought we could work through this too. After you nipped the dog walker, your increasing aggression toward the dog walker, and toward your dog-buddies you walked with we came home dreading the dog walker's note because we didn't want it to say anything bad. We understood you may have to be a sheltered pup, but we accepted that. I wish you hadn't lunged at me the other night. While you didn't break the skin of my neck you scared me. It scared me, but I still really wanted to keep you. The vet and the behaviorist disagreed. I could deal with your issues, but we were afraid that eventually you'd hurt somebody else.
We're so sorry, and we miss you so much. Wish you were here.
-Corey & The Queen
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Saturday, August 2, 2008