RIP Buddy

I had hoped that this would be a funny post about my dogs’ antics; about how my Sahara is Drama Queen and if the puppy even thinks about touching her, she’ll start hollering. Okay maybe that’s stretching it a bit, but she yells for the simplest of things.

Or about how Molly has taken on Haley’s characteristics. Not that it’s surprising. Haley raised Molly and Clara. They’re her legacy.

Or how Eevee has been helping us train the puppy, including: going to get him when we need him, distracting him while we’re working, training him to be more chill; playing with him, and in general being an all around good girl. She’s a gem and I tell her that from time to time…but not to much. She already has a big head.

Or how Orion will sometimes tick off all of the smaller dogs and they’ll surround him and give him a long lecture about how he is supposed to behave and what they expect of him.

Or how big Orion has gotten and that’s he’s become a food snob.

Or about Frank, the wild mouse that we’ve adopted or has adopted us (not sure which) and how he likes the puppy’s food and knows when it’s his dinner time…

No, I had to say goodbye to my precious first “son.” It’s not something that I care to talk too much about, but the just of the story is this. Buddy was becoming a danger to us and to our neighbors. Buddy has bitten my husband and me a number of times, each time with the intent to cause harm.

Last night there was an incident involving Buddy, an old woman, a Chihuahua, a Bassett Hound, and potentially a little girl about two or three (I’m not sure if the little girl was outside when Buddy attacked, or if she came outside later). No one was hurt except Buddy who had been attacked with a machete. He was dropping blood all over the place and if he didn’t have his thick coat it probably would have killed him. Mixed with the fact that he was a dangerous dog and that treating his wounds would have been expensive, and after talking to a couple vets, a dog trainer, and Animal Control, we thought it was best to just put him down. I was beside him as he fell asleep.

Call me a bad person. I know I am a bad person. I also know that if he had bitten that little girl or that old lady I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. With his declining distemper, it was a matter of if and not win.

So judge me or don’t. Feel sorry for me or don’t. Just note: I’ll miss my baby boy every single day, but (and this will probably cause a lot of people to stop following me–as if I have a huge following) I don’t regret what I did. I don’t regret that I was protecting everyone around me including my own household.’

That’s it. That’s my confession. I hope to be back soon with some entertaining tales of the pups’ antics and what it’s like living in a crazy household with a bunch of crazy dogs.