Feagans Five
You might think I am talking about P...however I am talking about me. I have been crying and crying and crying.....I could go on and on about the amount of crying I have done yesterday and today.
Finding a new home for a dog you really want is not easy. As a matter of fact it is filled with highs and lows, tears and tissues that (in my case) have lead to a headache.
I have been in contact with a woman, B, is what we will call her. She has a way with words...words that are so kind and comforting to my heart. I am pretty sure we will be going tomorrow to check out her home and see what M thinks of it. I have to talk to D tonight and M tomorrow and see if this is what we are on board for. I wish I could post B's emails that she has sent to me about our situation. She has been where we are and is giving me both sides of the road.
If all goes well, we will be taking Ceazar to meet his new family on Friday. They can all test the waters for the weekend and see if it is going to work.
B's Family is a mom, a dad, a brother and a sister. They also have a golden retriever. Their golden is about 7 years old (I think). She (Comet) is older but they want her to have a friend before she passes on.
I know prayer is powerful and that God works in mysterious ways...even though P had to suffer from a dog bite he acts as if nothing has happened. Ceazar must be needed in someone else's life...we will never know HIS plan and no where in the bible does it say it will be easy but Thank God for this family.
That is all for now...gotta go before more tears start to fall ;)
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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I am sorry to hear about Parker and losing your dog. Grant sent me the link to your blog.
I've had dogs my whole life and yours seems like he is so great with your kids. It's quite a surprise that he would bite Parker like that.
When I was about 5 we lost our Standard Poodle, Pooh (this dog was beastly tall). Apparently he loved kids, but one day one of our neighborhood kids was visiting and had bent over to look Pooh in the face. Pooh started growling and if my mom hadn't moved the kid he probably would have got bit. It was a dominance game the kid was playing without realising it. My mom's big thing is to understand how to speak dog, and to make sure your kids understand it as well. Most things we do to interact with each other can come off as threatening to them, and we have no concept of it until those teeth start showing or that low growl starts.
Our yellow lab Mack (we got him when I was in 4th grade) used to be super great around anyone and everyone no matter what, but at some point he snapped and you could hardly touch him while he was eating. You just had to give him his boundaries and let him eat in peace. You could walk around him in the kitchen and do things, but he would growl at you to back off if he thought you were trying to steal his food. The rest of the time he was just the best dog ever. You could do anything with him, he loved attention. Little kids would climb on him and whenever he had enough he'd let out a tiny growl of "I've had enough, get off" and we'd leave him be. It just took a bit of getting used to.
It seems a bit much to me to get rid of such a great dog after this event. We've had dogs that have tried to bite, have bit (my mom) and we've kept them because they weren't attacking us for no reason, we had done something that "threatened" them or what they thought of as theirs. It's a learning experience and giving away a dog because he was bothered while eating doesn't seem to make sense to me. He should just be left alone while eating. A privacy moment for your dog, if you will.
-- Robin
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