ah shit. i'm gonna have to fight the ex for doctor dog.
haven't posted much here since my bullies were pups.
it has been a battle, sadly.
tho i think he is about the sweetest dog i have ever had, he is, as i knew he would be, a handful.
he is allegedly my stbex's dog, but he doesnt have a clue about that. since the dog was housebroken, he has not lifted a finger to train or care for the dog. never even spent that much time around the house with him.
like so many dogs, he KNOWS he belongs to the mamma.
he is also, by rule of the heart, as well as original intent, my daughter's dog.
now, he is almost as much her petmate as he is mine. and we did get him because the kid (age 19) needed a puppy. her did a lot to heal her heart at a tough time for her.
she stays in a 2flat that we own a couple doors down. my farm is next to it.
we have talked for a long time about making him into a real therapy dog for her, as she was diagnosed with ptsd. she actually has epilepsy, which was the real problem, and is being treated. i dont discount that a he could do her a ton of good, nonetheless.
this plan, however, always hiring on a pro trainer for the dog. i cannot stand the one that got picked, especially as when she came to evaluate the dog, she just sat me down and told me to rehome one of the boys.
his trouble is that he has grown up with an aggressive and neglected dog on the other side of the fence. and a couple assholes in the hood who let their unleashed, intact male dogs pee right through the fence at my pack.
now we have a dog aggression problem.
plus the boy is 200lb of drive in a 100lb bag.
he is as good a varmint dog as a farmer could want.
he will retrieve aaallllll day long.
he relishes his job of guarding a big property.
i am the only one he really listens to, and he listens very well.
he sleeps with me.
he thinks he is my dog.
i just dont like this trainer they are bringing in, is the big problem.
here are some things she says-
dogs dont give kisses. they dont have lips.
dogs are simple.
once there is fighting, the trust is broken and cannot be repaired.
he shouldnt be allowed to chase the rabbits on the farm because that will cause him to be confused and uncontrollable on walks. (and btw, for all our training, he has very little leash training. i have struggled with severe carpal tunnel and nerve damage that left me totally unable to do this. besides the fact that they dont know what they are doing, nobody stepped up for that. dad took him for about 2 walks. this kid-0, other kid, who we sent to dog training school with this woman, a couple walks, and trips to the vet. number of dog fights that broke out-3)
i must rehome one of the dogs. neither of which she has really even met, just based on questionnaires.
now, the boys do not FIGHT with each other. they play like a couple giant bulldogges, but it is completely under my control, and has never gotten serious.
they are, however, completely jealous of each other.
where the fights happen is at the fence, with the neighbor dog. now 2 dogs, with a yo pup that was starting to join in the fun.
this dog comes flying at the fence, hair up, teeth out, and especially, headed for me.
i finally flipped with these people, who i love. LOVE. and they are managing them well now. not how i would. bark collars. but....
but i always felt that what happened on my side of the fence was my problem. i worked it, and worked it hard. at this point, he barely looks at the dog, sometimes even when it is barking at him. he will stop dead if i call him midleap.
but shit always happens.
i had a bunch of kids in my yard a while back. kids who knew the dogs, and some that didnt. but all were having fun. i was watching from the window.
the neighbor lets both dogs out, they charge the fence, he just stands there, not like he can do much anyway. did my dogs defend a bunch of little kids?
boy howdy.
but the redirected aggression on my side of the fence was bad. add my 2 little terriers to the mix, and it was about 60 seconds of bedlam.
we didnt know it at the time, but doctor took a good bite. didnt find it till it popped. made an icky wound. and of course, that would be right when the trainer comes over.
oooo. oooo. this can never happen again.
rehome rehome.
the original thing the trainer was SUPPOSED to do, was to actually measure his aggression level, and fitness as a service dog. that never happened.
the plan that i was signed on to was that there was a trainer who would take him for a 6 week intensive, someone who specifically trained pits and other bullies for service work. that never happened.
but now daddy and the kid are all hooked into the idea that she will take the dog and soon.
i could accept that this was a better thing for him, and that he will be very happy as a service dog. he would be in heaven.
but i do have to question his fitness until he is really assessed.
the trainer is nonetheless giving her support and advice, but not actual training, and sending her out strapped to this bombshell.
and i hate these three way conversations to begin with. but ex has been NOTHING but nasty, and i am barely talking to the kid again. he is gripping on to her, and putting her in the middle of conflict, like he always does. she is so hungry for daddy, that she cant help believing she finally has one.
one that will fight mommy for her.
so now we have to argue over whether or not to let my farm dog chase my varmints.
jeebus.
well, i already told me lawyer that i wanted custody of the dog. he is not ready. she is not ready. and i need him too.
he needs me.
and even tho he will be right there for now, he is part of her plan to get more independence, and she has future plans i am not privy too.
this is really the only little thing i wish to argue about. that and my farm. the rest is just stuff. even money is just stuff.
fuck all.
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