Hi. I'm new to the whole 'forum', 'discuss my problems with strangers' thing, but I thought it might be worth a shot to get some insight. A month ago I adopted a German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix from a rescue shelter. I've wanted a dog since I was 16 and our pet died, but I also wanted to make sure that I had a stable environment for it. I've waited 21 years to get a dog, and realized it could be a lot longer if I kept doubting my ability to care for one. So I bit the bullet and went to the local shelter.
I'd been looking online for years, noting the cuties, the sob stories, the brother and sister who wound up separated while I fantasized getting them both. I spotted Grizwold in December 2013, thought he was cute, read his profile, shook my head and kept scanning. In January he disappeared, only to return by February. My self-torture continued as I perused rescue site after rescue site, wishing I had the fortitude to just do it.
I grew up with dogs with a fenced-in yard, who were trained to poop in one spot, not get on furniture, and still listen when we called. I thought I could do it, since I would never hurt an animal if I could avoid it. So when March came around and Griz was still on the listing, my heart took over for my head.
His profile said 'behavior issues' - that he didn't play well with the dog in the house, that he was left outside when his energy got out of control (I suspect he spent 3 years of his life chained to a dog house in a cement yard). All it told me was that the owners didn't take the time to properly acclimate him, that they didn't care enough to train him.
And my thoughts are coming back to haunt me.
I went to the shelter to meet him, and we got along great. He sat when told, came when told, didn't bark, and the shelter staff were thrilled that someone wanted to meet him. The next day I stocked up on doggie supplies and brought him home.
From the beginning I knew that he was a smart cookie. He wouldn't get on the furniture, he didn't get into the trash, he didn't jump the gate that was shorter than him, he didn't bark! We took 2 hour-long walks a day, different routes that he grew to know in short order. But I was making a mistake.
He learned, slowly, not to pull me, but I didn't realize that he had already established that he was in charge and I was just a butler. You see, I am no Alpha. I will never be an Alpha. I have an aversion to the personality type and will neither lead nor follow. I'm a lone wolf type. And he immediately labeled me 'patsy'. I know that's humanizing his attitude, but I'm not - I can see how he looks at me, reacts to me, and chooses whether obeying me will be to his benefit.
He was never trained. I knew this then, and I realize what it means now. This poor dog will require more training than I can give or afford to get him to his full potential as smart, affectionate, 'civilized' companion. He doesn't look me in the eye, he won't answer to his name, and though he'll go through the motions of obeying me when I give an order, its only if he thinks there's something in it for him. And don't get me started on the 'going outside' dance.
Now I hear you - this problem can be fixed with some good training. But he needs a professional, possibly for a year or two, and with my job on the rocks and being a solo homeowner without a 6-figure income, that's not something I'm willing to throw to hope. A professional might help him, they might not. He's had 4 years to become this way - knowing what cute things will get him what he wants, knowing how to look vulnerable to the untrained eye. Yes, more humanizing, but when a dog comes over to you wagging crazily and smiling with his ears low and submissive, he's hard to resist. And if I do, he gets impatient.
I have tried all of the tips for a headstrong or excitable dog - ignoring him until he relents, holding still until he stops pulling, repeating training regularly to let it sink in. But he resists. 'Come Here' - I get a glance over his shoulder and then he ignores me. 'Grizwold! Come'ere boy!' no glance. When walking, if he wants to go a certain way and I say no, he plants his feet and won't move unless I pull him - which I hate doing.
Long story short, and the final icing on the cake of my stupidity, is that I am not the type of person to want to take care of anyone. It is why I'm not married, why I don't have children and never will, why I have no roommates. WHAT POSSESSED ME TO GET A DOG? Perhaps I thought it would fill an empty hole in my heart, but I think that hole is permanent due to my self-centered outlook on life. "Hey, there are plenty of people out there living the responsibility dream. I bought a house, that's enough." And then I get sad because I'll probably never have a decent boyfriend again, so I gaze longingly at the dogs on the rescue sites.
And then pulled a stupid.
So they tell me "If you bring him back, most likely it will not work out well for him. Brought in 3 times for behavior usually doesn't work out well." People say I should list him on Craigslist...but frankly that would take too long if I decided to give him up.
See where this is going? And if I'd just left him there, maybe someone else would have taken him. Now I set him up for the needle...and it's not hurting me enough to change my mind, just making me feel worse.
Grizwold deserves a home with a leader who will mold him, who he'll respect, and who can and will get him the professional training he needs. He doesn't need to be put down, that much I am certain of. But he needs someone better than me.
How do I take him back, when 'it most likely will not work out well for him'?
I'm scared that, regardless of the result, I could just do it. I love dogs and they love me, but having one is making me think long and hard about how much, and it's killing me.
-Mama Razz
He also nips when he greets, is aggressive with some dogs and afraid of others, curiously stared at a squirrel, climbed the fence after deer, and didn't maul me when I held him back from attacking a raccoon. He likes his new kingdom and the live-in butler. I just don't like being a live-in butler and should have known better.
I'd been looking online for years, noting the cuties, the sob stories, the brother and sister who wound up separated while I fantasized getting them both. I spotted Grizwold in December 2013, thought he was cute, read his profile, shook my head and kept scanning. In January he disappeared, only to return by February. My self-torture continued as I perused rescue site after rescue site, wishing I had the fortitude to just do it.
I grew up with dogs with a fenced-in yard, who were trained to poop in one spot, not get on furniture, and still listen when we called. I thought I could do it, since I would never hurt an animal if I could avoid it. So when March came around and Griz was still on the listing, my heart took over for my head.
His profile said 'behavior issues' - that he didn't play well with the dog in the house, that he was left outside when his energy got out of control (I suspect he spent 3 years of his life chained to a dog house in a cement yard). All it told me was that the owners didn't take the time to properly acclimate him, that they didn't care enough to train him.
And my thoughts are coming back to haunt me.
I went to the shelter to meet him, and we got along great. He sat when told, came when told, didn't bark, and the shelter staff were thrilled that someone wanted to meet him. The next day I stocked up on doggie supplies and brought him home.
From the beginning I knew that he was a smart cookie. He wouldn't get on the furniture, he didn't get into the trash, he didn't jump the gate that was shorter than him, he didn't bark! We took 2 hour-long walks a day, different routes that he grew to know in short order. But I was making a mistake.
He learned, slowly, not to pull me, but I didn't realize that he had already established that he was in charge and I was just a butler. You see, I am no Alpha. I will never be an Alpha. I have an aversion to the personality type and will neither lead nor follow. I'm a lone wolf type. And he immediately labeled me 'patsy'. I know that's humanizing his attitude, but I'm not - I can see how he looks at me, reacts to me, and chooses whether obeying me will be to his benefit.
He was never trained. I knew this then, and I realize what it means now. This poor dog will require more training than I can give or afford to get him to his full potential as smart, affectionate, 'civilized' companion. He doesn't look me in the eye, he won't answer to his name, and though he'll go through the motions of obeying me when I give an order, its only if he thinks there's something in it for him. And don't get me started on the 'going outside' dance.
Now I hear you - this problem can be fixed with some good training. But he needs a professional, possibly for a year or two, and with my job on the rocks and being a solo homeowner without a 6-figure income, that's not something I'm willing to throw to hope. A professional might help him, they might not. He's had 4 years to become this way - knowing what cute things will get him what he wants, knowing how to look vulnerable to the untrained eye. Yes, more humanizing, but when a dog comes over to you wagging crazily and smiling with his ears low and submissive, he's hard to resist. And if I do, he gets impatient.
I have tried all of the tips for a headstrong or excitable dog - ignoring him until he relents, holding still until he stops pulling, repeating training regularly to let it sink in. But he resists. 'Come Here' - I get a glance over his shoulder and then he ignores me. 'Grizwold! Come'ere boy!' no glance. When walking, if he wants to go a certain way and I say no, he plants his feet and won't move unless I pull him - which I hate doing.
Long story short, and the final icing on the cake of my stupidity, is that I am not the type of person to want to take care of anyone. It is why I'm not married, why I don't have children and never will, why I have no roommates. WHAT POSSESSED ME TO GET A DOG? Perhaps I thought it would fill an empty hole in my heart, but I think that hole is permanent due to my self-centered outlook on life. "Hey, there are plenty of people out there living the responsibility dream. I bought a house, that's enough." And then I get sad because I'll probably never have a decent boyfriend again, so I gaze longingly at the dogs on the rescue sites.
And then pulled a stupid.
So they tell me "If you bring him back, most likely it will not work out well for him. Brought in 3 times for behavior usually doesn't work out well." People say I should list him on Craigslist...but frankly that would take too long if I decided to give him up.
See where this is going? And if I'd just left him there, maybe someone else would have taken him. Now I set him up for the needle...and it's not hurting me enough to change my mind, just making me feel worse.
Grizwold deserves a home with a leader who will mold him, who he'll respect, and who can and will get him the professional training he needs. He doesn't need to be put down, that much I am certain of. But he needs someone better than me.
How do I take him back, when 'it most likely will not work out well for him'?
I'm scared that, regardless of the result, I could just do it. I love dogs and they love me, but having one is making me think long and hard about how much, and it's killing me.
-Mama Razz
He also nips when he greets, is aggressive with some dogs and afraid of others, curiously stared at a squirrel, climbed the fence after deer, and didn't maul me when I held him back from attacking a raccoon. He likes his new kingdom and the live-in butler. I just don't like being a live-in butler and should have known better.