Tiki goes to Florida
Some of you have followed our saga of Tiki, the rescue pup. As you may recall he was very traumatized, but he has been coming around. He has done well in doggy daycare and has successfully learned to ...
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Chock Full o' Nuts
Thank you for taking my comments as they were intended. Here of late, it seems so many threads turn into personal attacks and others lashing back. Given that the tone of a conversation is sometimes lost in the keyboard, where intent would be clearer if it were an actual face to face conversation.
I applaud your efforts and it sounds like you have a realistic grip on the situation, in accepting that the possibility exists that it may not work out.
The hardest part of dealing with my Daisy was when the grandkids came along. The 3 oldest grandkids were 5, 7, and 10 when my son met their mother and they came into our lives. There were times the younger one would have liked to stay overnight, and I was concerned about doing it with Daisy in the house. We did manage it a few times, but I used a 6 foot leash and tethered her to my nightstand (the dog, not the kid LOL)
These kids weren't raised with dogs from little on up, before they came into our lives, so it made it more precarious in my mind, as I had no way of anticipating how the kids would react.
The youngest now is 9 and he has been brought up with dogs from little on up. He had a healthy respect for our "crazy Daisy". I had the opportunity to have him here on visits from little on up, and was able to "mold" him into knowing how to act properly around animals.
When I took Daisy to the vet, her muzzle always went with her, just as a precaution. I always told her she was along for the ride until the train got to the end of the track. That little dog worshipped the ground I walked on - never had a more devoted dog, and I could do anything with her. But no one else could ever even groom her.
I told the dog and the vet both, if anything bad happened, that was it. To have to hospitalize that little girl would have just freaked her out. And there's no doubt that she would not let vet techs handle her without me there. I just couldn't see putting the dog or the vet staff through it.
We had a good run, but even mixed in with the sorrow, there was a bit of relief at not having to be on my guard 24/7. I feel guilty even saying that, but it's the way it is.
Thank you for taking my comments as they were intended. Here of late, it seems so many threads turn into personal attacks and others lashing back. Given that the tone of a conversation is sometimes lost in the keyboard, where intent would be clearer if it were an actual face to face conversation.
I applaud your efforts and it sounds like you have a realistic grip on the situation, in accepting that the possibility exists that it may not work out.
The hardest part of dealing with my Daisy was when the grandkids came along. The 3 oldest grandkids were 5, 7, and 10 when my son met their mother and they came into our lives. There were times the younger one would have liked to stay overnight, and I was concerned about doing it with Daisy in the house. We did manage it a few times, but I used a 6 foot leash and tethered her to my nightstand (the dog, not the kid LOL)
These kids weren't raised with dogs from little on up, before they came into our lives, so it made it more precarious in my mind, as I had no way of anticipating how the kids would react.
The youngest now is 9 and he has been brought up with dogs from little on up. He had a healthy respect for our "crazy Daisy". I had the opportunity to have him here on visits from little on up, and was able to "mold" him into knowing how to act properly around animals.
When I took Daisy to the vet, her muzzle always went with her, just as a precaution. I always told her she was along for the ride until the train got to the end of the track. That little dog worshipped the ground I walked on - never had a more devoted dog, and I could do anything with her. But no one else could ever even groom her.
I told the dog and the vet both, if anything bad happened, that was it. To have to hospitalize that little girl would have just freaked her out. And there's no doubt that she would not let vet techs handle her without me there. I just couldn't see putting the dog or the vet staff through it.
We had a good run, but even mixed in with the sorrow, there was a bit of relief at not having to be on my guard 24/7. I feel guilty even saying that, but it's the way it is.
