He's never even tried to bite an adult in the 9 months we've had him. Lately we noticed he's been biting at us a little more, and Sunday night he bit one of my dad's friends at our Thanksgiving dinner. His first adult. We evaluated the situation very carefully, thought long and hard about it. We spent the day playing with him yesterday and took him in first thing this morning. We thought it was under control, it was getting worse. We're going back home soon where we're across the road from an elementary school. What if he got out one day? What if he really turned on us one day? What if we ever want to have children? It was just getting more and more impossible to keep it up.
I did most of my grieving yesterday. I'm devastated, but I know now that it was the best thing to do. We're very lucky that he never did any worse damage, he was certainly capable. In a small way it's a relief, I didn't realize how much pressure it had put on us until it was gone. It was the hardest decision I've ever had to make, as some of you know. He was only 18 months old, in the prime of his health. When there were no strangers around he was the most intelligent, loving dog I've ever met..
I'm really going to miss him. It occured to me that the shelter we adopted him from had to have known. He was there two months, and they walk them every day. When he's outside it's blatantly obvious that he has a serious aggression problem. And they never said a word.
I'll never adopt from a shelter again. I know that there are millions of dogs who need homes but you never know what you're getting from a shelter and I won't put myself or Matt through this again. I'm already considering eventually getting a puppy from a breeder. At least that way I'll know that it hasn't been mistreated...
Let this be a warning to anyone adopting a dog. You might not know what you're getting.










