Well, not really - but after tonight's posts, I sort of expect it.
After A LOT of long talks, thousands of dollars in both behavoral and holistic therapy, and a lot of tears, Jeff and I have decided to re-home Freddie (the soft-coated wheaten terrier mix we rescued in February). We tried. It's been 10 months, with the last two months me pretty much being terrified to do much more than pet him on the head every once and a while. We've spent so.much.money on both a behavorist (that Denverite recommended) as well as a holistic trainer, and both of them said that they did pretty much all they could do for his aggression towards me. Nice.
Anyway, the last straw was on Thanksgiving. He had dug up this old bone from my sister's yard, and I didn't want him to have it, as he had already had a big-ass bone that afternoon (and I didn't want him to get the runs in my sister's house). My dad and I walked outside to tell him to drop it, and surprisingly he did. I walked toward him to grab it, and when I reached down for it, he charged at me and grabbed a hold of my wrist, and would not let go. He went through a long sleeved t-shirt, thick sweater, and put four teeth into my wrist, and held on - it scared the living shit out of me. I really don't think he would have let go if my dad didn't run over to help me (that spooked him). The bruising and bite marks are still really bad two days later, and measure about 3 inches across both ways. This was the 9th or 10th time he has bitten me since about April, and it just seems like the biting episodes keep getting worse and worse.
As if that wasn't bad enough, yesterday we kept him outside (just in case) when my sister, Kristy's, two nieces were at her house (I think they are 5 and almost 2), and Destiny, Kristy's SIL, said we could bring him in b/c it was getting chilly. Not more than 10 minutes after he came in, out of the blue, and not being provoked by anything or anyone, he lunged at the 5-year old, Brea, and ripped a big ole' hole in her dress. Thank GOD she wasn't hurt, but she was really scared - she must have cried for an hour. Anyway, that sealed the deal for us. I cannot take a chance that Freddie is going to do something like that to my nephew, my friend's children, or BoGo when they get here.
We will be looking first at breed-specific rescues, and also asking around to see if any single dudes with no kids are looking for a dog, because I KNOW Freddie can't be around kids, and I also know that he has a major problem with me, so maybe he's freaked out by women...I don't know. We will not just dump him at a shelter (I hope you would all know me better than that), because they would put him down in a heartbeat after the aggression tests they usually do at most shelters. I don't want that. Freddie is a good dog, and when he's not snapping/biting me, he just has the sweetest disposition - you would really never know he does what he does. I guess he just has some problem in his hard-wiring...all I know is that when two separate area-renowned trainers tell me that there's nothing else they can do for me, I don't know what else to do...
It absolutely breaks my heart to have to do this, but I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to one of my children, or one of my friends' kids.
Any suggestions/comments are welcome.