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Was this lady justified in putting her dog down?
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:43 pm
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:43 pm
Some lady wrote an article/blog about how she had to put her dog down and is getting blasted on Twitter for it.
First off, I think it’s kind of weird she wanted to write about this
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There’s more stuff at the end.
First off, I think it’s kind of weird she wanted to write about this
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Last Christmas morning, I patted my bed, inviting my newly adopted beagle, Bonnie, to jump up and cuddle. My boyfriend, still under the covers, reached out to pet her soft little head, which was now wedged between us. I turned away to grab my phone, and it happened: a guttural bark, followed by a human scream. I whipped around to see my boyfriend’s hand covered in blood. Before I could figure out how to help him, he was out the door on his way to urgent care.
It was Bonnie’s second bite in the week since I’d adopted her.
Like many others last year, I was thrilled to adopt a dog. The so-called pandemic puppy boom made for what felt like stiff competition at the time—according to one Nielsen survey, pet adoptions between March and July 2020 rose more than 15 percent from the same stretch in 2019. After months of filling out applications, I was eventually contacted by an animal shelter in New Jersey: A 6-year-old beagle whose photo melted my heart was ready to meet me. Some friends and I drove down from New York City to pick her up, and when we got out of the car, Bonnie trotted up to me immediately. Timid but curious, she allowed me to scratch one of her velvety ears as she sniffed my jacket. When she leaned into my hands like the beagle I had growing up used to do, it seemed meant to be.
A few weeks later, I was sitting on the floor of my kitchen with Bonnie and a dog trainer. We were working on positive reinforcement training and desensitizing her to triggers like the vacuum, which she’d bitten the night before. (Vacuums, along with almost everything else in my apartment and outside of it, terrified Bonnie.) I was already familiar with these training methods from a MasterClass I’d seen, in which a celebrity dog trainer assures new pet owners he can help their dogs overcome things like accidents in the house, excessive barking, and digging in the yard. At the beginning of each video lesson, an intro sequence plays: “There are no untrainable dogs,” he asserts. “Only untrainable people.”
Bonnie had sunken her teeth into my hand during my first full day with her. I’d reached out while she was licking her leg, unaware I’d crossed a boundary. When I explained this to the trainer, she reasoned Bonnie needed time and space to adjust to her new home. Still, I couldn’t shake feeling guilty, as if I’d done something wrong.
When friends and colleagues asked me about my new dog, I only half-lied. I said she was doing great, and when I tilted my webcam toward her during Zoom calls, I made sure my swollen, scabbing hand wasn’t visible on the screen. After all, it was true that she happily lounged next to me all day while I typed words into my laptop, and that when I sat cross-legged on the floor, she’d come curl up in my lap, her tail thumping against my legs. As I posted videos of Bonnie gently snoring on Instagram, I didn’t mention she was wiped out from a day of gnawing on her own paws so much that they bled. I convinced myself she just needed more training—that I could help her if only I worked hard enough.
The daily dog anxiety meds came next, though they did little to make my otherwise healthy pup less afraid. And despite practicing those desensitization tactics every day, Bonnie regressed, lunging at perceived threats on the street, like joggers, other dogs, and squealing kids. One night before bed, while she was squatting to pee beside a tree, she bolted at a man strolling by us on the sidewalk. Before I could react, she chomped into his calf, his pant leg in her teeth as he tried to pull away.
To my surprise, the man brushed off the incident. I did not. From that night on, each time I bent over to pet Bonnie or sat down for a belly rub, I monitored her every move. Any sudden shift and I’d pull away, flinching.
The trainer came back a few days later. Bonnie bit her, too. With each incident, there was no growling, no toothy snarling, no indicators that she would pounce. There are no untrainable dogs, I thought, only untrainable people. I became adept at fastening her muzzle on in a matter of seconds, which I now had to do anytime we stepped beyond my door. Each time we came back inside, I tried to feel relief when nothing bad happened. I never did.
There’s more stuff at the end.
This post was edited on 6/14/21 at 5:48 pm
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:44 pm to diddlydawg7
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Months of failing to exhale helped me decide I should find Bonnie a new place to live. Maybe city life didn’t agree with her, I reasoned, and a quiet existence in the suburbs was what she needed. It was tough to picture her soulful eyes staring into the face of a new owner, but I knew that for my safety—and the safety of my neighbors—I couldn’t continue to manage her behavior. I never was able to anticipate what would set her off, and there was no way to control her environment on the streets of New York.
But I soon learned the shelter where Bonnie came from wouldn’t help me. A volunteer explained that Bonnie was too dangerous to adopt out again, and their affiliated sanctuaries—including several beagle-specific rescues—declined to take her. Another dog rescue organization in New York City told me that her bite history—seven bites at the time, though that number would grow—was too extensive for her to even qualify for a special rehabilitation program. Both conversations ended on the same topic: “behavioral euthanasia.”
I was dumbfounded to discover you could call a vet’s office and ask them to do that. Suddenly, in my new quest to help Bonnie get better, I’d become the decider of her fate.
Almost nobody willingly adopts a biting dog, and concealing a history of aggressive behavior is likely how I ended up with mine. I put up a post on a private rehoming site for her anyway, making sure to disclose her history and special needs. I explained she preferred women over men, couldn’t be around children, and needed to be muzzled on walks and around visitors. Perhaps a single female hermit in a rural area would be open to managing her behavior for the next decade or so?
I held out hope for a while but never received any adoption inquiries. And as her bite count continued to grow, so did my desire to stop living with a dangerous animal. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest every time we got ready to go outside, fearing the worst for our walk. I only left my apartment without her once per week so I could buy groceries; this way, she wouldn’t get so nervous being alone that she’d lash out when I returned. I tiptoed around my two-room home each day, hoping I wouldn’t cross any invisible boundaries.
Even if I did somehow find someone to take Bonnie, I wondered whether it would just exacerbate her already crippling anxieties. As the weeks went by and no new options appeared, I realized I had a choice: I could send her off with a stranger one day—someone she would certainly injure, and who would perhaps end up euthanizing her anyway—or I could allow her to leave this terrifying world peacefully with someone she loves.
Behavioral euthanasia is not a decision made out of convenience. Typically, it enters the conversation once the safety situation with a dog, cat, or other animal deteriorates beyond an acceptable level of risk, said Christopher Pachel, a veterinary behaviorist with Instinct Dog Behavior & Training. There isn’t a universal approach to every situation. Often, if the police aren’t involved, it’s up to a pet’s owner to decide what level of risk they can live with.
“If you’re the one who finds yourself in this situation where you’re actively considering it, choosing to rehome is hard. Choosing to push forward with treatment when you know it’s unsafe is hard. Choosing to make significant accommodations to make it safe, even though it’s not easy, that’s hard. Choosing to euthanize is hard,” Pachel told me. “There’s no easy way out from that difficult situation. But what we’re ultimately having to do is say, ‘Which of these ‘hards’ makes the most sense for me?’ ”
I desperately wished someone could come and assess my personal level of risk—something only I could do. It was an excruciatingly lonely decision to make, but when I turned things over in my head, I came up with this: In a comfortable and loving home, Bonnie was always on the defense, even in the calmest of situations. When it came down to it, her quality of life was poor. I couldn’t envision her feeling safe in any situation, no matter how rural the home, no matter how many triggers were eliminated. To prevent her from harming herself or anyone else again, I chose behavioral euthanasia.
On the phone, I wept quietly as I made Bonnie’s appointment, taking shallow breaths as the receptionist instructed me to make sure she was wearing her muzzle when we arrived.
Bonnie’s last day came sooner than expected. On a quiet Sunday morning while I pet her on the floor, she inexplicably snapped at my face, though her mouth clamped down hard around my boyfriend’s forearm instead of my cheek. When he jumped up, she held on, piercing deep wounds in his arm and a hole in his sweatshirt. She scampered away from us afterward, head down, trembling. I was so stricken with fear that I didn’t realize I was also trembling, forgetting to breathe. It was then I knew for certain that I could not continue living with Bonnie any longer.
I tossed her one of her favorite bones to calm her down. I called to reschedule her appointment to that afternoon, ordered an Uber, and put her muzzle on for the last time. Then I hugged her for a while, still too shaken to cry.
In the Uber, Bonnie, who preferred to sit in my lap during car rides, looked out the window sweetly unaware.
When we arrived, Bonnie started trembling again. We were shown to a small waiting area, and a staffer at the animal care center approached us to tell me she understood how hard this was, and that she supported my decision. I would have expressed more gratitude if I’d been able to do more than mumble.
I’d been warned that I wouldn’t be allowed in the room with Bonnie during the procedure because of COVID protocols. But instead of saying goodbye in the car like they’d asked, I explained Bonnie was petrified of the vet, and insisted I walk her into the exam room so her last moments wouldn’t involve resisting a stranger.
In a few minutes, I was led down a hallway. I coaxed Bonnie to follow. A staffer showed me to the room Bonnie needed to enter. I gave Bonnie one last pat, then handed her kelly-green leash to a tall man in scrubs and a mask. As he shut the door behind me, I heard Bonnie whine, a protest to being separated from me. I’m shattered when I think back to that moment, but at the time, everything was blank.
This post was edited on 6/14/21 at 5:47 pm
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:44 pm to diddlydawg7
Nobody reading all that shite
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:45 pm to diddlydawg7
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This post was edited on 6/14/21 at 5:46 pm
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:48 pm to diddlydawg7
A man requires no excuse or logic to execute his own dog.
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:53 pm to diddlydawg7
Beagles are "the new breed of peace?" I can't see how you would put a beagle down for biting, its like a weenier dog. Just put it outside in a fenced area or let it go free and chase scents in the woods, atleast it would have better odds of survival than taking it to the vet to get put down.
Posted on 6/14/21 at 5:55 pm to BorrisMart
It would also have a much more miserable death
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:00 pm to diddlydawg7
I don’t disagree with her decision, and she clearly didn’t make it lightly.
Vicious dogs are hard to manage and become an incredible liability.
It was even harder for her, considering she lived in a city.
The only exercise the dog can get is when she takes it out and then there is the potential for a bite incident.
The one at fault here is the rescue center.
If they truly knew that this dog had 7 previous biting incidents and they still allowed someone to adopt her, they should face some serious scrutiny.
The lady did the right thing, although it would have been better for the dog had the vet not been an idiot about Covid protocols.
Vicious dogs are hard to manage and become an incredible liability.
It was even harder for her, considering she lived in a city.
The only exercise the dog can get is when she takes it out and then there is the potential for a bite incident.
The one at fault here is the rescue center.
If they truly knew that this dog had 7 previous biting incidents and they still allowed someone to adopt her, they should face some serious scrutiny.
The lady did the right thing, although it would have been better for the dog had the vet not been an idiot about Covid protocols.
This post was edited on 6/14/21 at 6:01 pm
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:01 pm to diddlydawg7
I didn't read all that, but keeping a energetic breed like a beagle in an NYC apartment seems like a bad idea.
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:03 pm to diddlydawg7
Went back and read more. Kind of a shitty situation. Shouldn’t have a beagle in an NYC apartment though.
This post was edited on 6/14/21 at 6:08 pm
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:04 pm to diddlydawg7
I actually read all of that.
It would appear she exhausted all of her options. Hard to blame her decision.
It would appear she exhausted all of her options. Hard to blame her decision.
This post was edited on 6/14/21 at 6:06 pm
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:04 pm to diddlydawg7
Just like people, some dogs deserve to be removed from this planet.
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:05 pm to diddlydawg7
It’s a dog. People are killed for less than that.
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:06 pm to diddlydawg7
Don’t envy her situation and it seems she took the matter very seriously. Any shade thrown at her would depend on your imagination making all sorts of assumptions that she didn’t actually try hard to fix the dogs issues.
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:06 pm to diddlydawg7
100% justified. She’s lucky no lawsuits were involved
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:07 pm to BorrisMart
quote:
can't see how you would put a beagle down for biting
You'd rather risk the next bite being a toddler's face?
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:07 pm to diddlydawg7
No, she should be put down instead.
#doglivesmatter
#doglivesmatter
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:08 pm to diddlydawg7
I stopped reading early on when she said it bit her boyfriend's hand and he had to go to urgent care.
Yes, she was justified in putting the dog down. I would kill my dog on the spot if he ever bit my wife or one of my kids.
Yes, she was justified in putting the dog down. I would kill my dog on the spot if he ever bit my wife or one of my kids.
Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:08 pm to Swoopin
The only thing she did wrong was she went and posted her personal life on the internet.
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Posted on 6/14/21 at 6:10 pm to bayourougebengal
quote:Our dogs have never bitten anyone and I still hold their collars when small children want to pet them.
You'd rather risk the next bite being a toddler's face?
They just wag their tails and lick, maybe jump a little (they are corgis).
But, in the end, they are still animals.
Biting in defense is in their nature.
This post was edited on 6/14/21 at 6:12 pm
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