I am sooo not good at saying the word "No". Well except to my kids (lol); but even then they get most of what they want from me, haha. But I was put to the test these last few weeks with our new dog, Milo.
I first heard about Milo from my neighbor who said he was living in an empty house for the last four months (so sad). She said he was a great dog (although a Jack Russell) and six years old and trained at an advanced level and house broken.
We have two dogs already; a german sheppard pup and a chiuhauha (who is 3). So I carefully considered before I asked Benaiah and the kids about meeting Milo (his name was Beenie then) and see if he fits in here with the kids, dogs and kitten. When we first met him he was very calm and careful about meeting us. I had him spend the entire day with us and mingled him with our other dogs and new kitten. He did great!! So we decided to keep him, it was so much better than knowing he was all alone in an empty house. And if he was going to be behaved and fit in, then why not?
The first few weeks went on as expected, he was well behaved, listened with only a few incidents. We realized he needed to be crated since he torn apart my curtains on the front door! But other than that his barking (which a bark collar seemed to solve).
But with in the last few days he started to growl at Kylee when she tried to hug him and snapped at her twice. He was becoming defiant and bit both Benaiah and myself when we tried to get him to listen to us. He barked continuously even with the bark collar, whined when he didnt get his way and began pooping and peeing in the house (completely unacceptable)!
So each day and night I would DREAD coming home, waking up, going to bed and having to deal with his barking, whining, defiance....to the point that on Thursday morning I could no longer take it. A dog is supposed to be a joy in your life and apart of your family....but this dog just was a stress I could no longer bear in my life.
I called the SPCA and asked them about bringing an animal in and could barely contain myself from crying. I hated the thought of taking him there so I called my neighbor who knew the man he came from. She said he would give him a call. She too (living next door to me) saw his misbehavior and told me it was ok since I did everything I could. He is six years old and really (I truely believe) missed his old owner! He was a motorcyle guy (with a Harley) and EVERY time Milo would here a loud car or motorcylce he would jump up on the couch to look out the window to see if it was him. Maybe this man could take him back? Maybe he could realize that this dog truely needed to be with him, despite a loving family trying to take him in.
Later that night, the daughter of the man who owned Milo showed up to get him. It was sad, but again I was sooo over this dog and the stress.
Weird now, my house seems so quiet. Our other two dogs do not bark and whine like he did. I again feel peace in my home.
Sometimes, I should just say "No".
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