Sunday, March 20, 2011
Its Hard to be a Grown Up
Some of you know our dog Trapper. He's been a real challenge of an animal to own. He's food aggressive, he likes to chase cars and bite them. He's bit Dane and snapped at everyone in the house. I thought we could work it out of him. With enough love and attention he'll turn into the family dog we so wanted.
Boy was I wrong.
Last week I was rolling up a sleeping bag and I bumped a sleeping Trapper with my elbow. He bit me. Not only did he bite me but he wouldn't let go. I have to say I was very freaked out. I called Dave and sobbed into the phone for ten minutes before he could understand me. What? He said. The dog bit you? Don't ever do that again! I thought the way you were carrying on that one of the kids were dead. Maybe I did overreact. MAYBE
Still the results are the same. I called the vet and made an appointment to put the dog down. Unfortunately because Trapper drew blood, even though he he is up to date on his rabies, they can't put him down for ten days. Well there is a way: Do not read this unless you want to be sickened: We could take the dog to the vet and they could put him down then sever his head and give it to me to take to the lab in the capital city to have it examined for rabies. Yikes! So now I have to keep the dog for ten more days. The tenth day falls on a Friday so I have to wait until the following Monday.
So now I'm public enemy number 1 in our house. I've been singing "Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat some worms. But at least I won't get bit.