Trying to train this dog, to get him fit for family life, and life in general, has been the most spending (financially, emotionally and time wise) thing I have done these pasts months. I never thought it’d be so tough (and such a failure) to try to get him straight and fit for the world. Months later I’m just spent, I give up. Yet another clawed foot in my 5 yr old’s face (zero mean intention here, just sheer Dobermann dumb brutality) I give up, before anything serious happens to the kid, hence something even worse and more definite happens to the dog.
He’s doing great. Moving on to an actually much better life. More space, more tolerant humans… and girls to breed. Sweet. He was a very photogenic model and I always felt pride walking him down the streets. But bragging rights and status can’t make it up for living hell with an animal there’s no understanding from or communication with. Next week, it should be a done deal.
The kid ? She’s getting a pocket dog to cuddle, and this time no silver spoon purebred, we’re getting the oldest, most plain, least likely to be adopted rescue with can find. A good deed at last.