Sadness at my house.
Fannie finally came into season Thursday morning. Then all hell broke loose.
Thursday night around midnight Gringo wanted to go out, Fannie joined us.
They ran to back fence like they always do when going out at night. They either actually saw something or were barking at nothing. Fannie was getting really worked up. All of a sudden poor Gringo was screaming and crying b/c Fannie was trying to kill him. Of course she effing bit my forearm but i did finally break it up. Of course I didn't have a leash with me so I carried Fannie back to the house. Gringo was NOT getting my message to GET AWAY from us so I was totally scared she was going to wiggle away and get him again but she didn’t. Gringo had a couple of scratches, no big deal. He was pretty freaked out, obviously. I put Fannie directly in her crate and closed the door to their room. I was SO mad.
I kept her separated from the boys until sunday morning, although I did leave her crate in the dog room with the boy’s crates. During ‘rotate’ time they all approached each other’s crates and nobody had any bad responses, really nobody reacted at all, especially Fannie. She didn’t seem to care at all.
I tried to put them together again on sunday morning - huge mistake.
No serious injuries, thank doG but she did get Gringo close to his eye. she **really** wanted to hurt both of the boys that time. She was MUCH more serious & intense than Brinca ever was. Something shifted in her behavior. I don’t know what or why, obviously, but she definitely was not herself after the first fight and then was super weird after the second fight.
So, now I’m sitting here feeling like the worst person on the planet. I think Fannie has left our family for good. I dropped her off at the vet clinic for boarding this morning because I needed her out of the house for my boys and for me.
Now I can’t see bringing her back to live with us again, can’t see that I’d ever be able to trust her again. Poor Gringo, last night he slept **right** next to me all night long, kept trying to get closer and closer to me throughout the night. He rarely sleeps with me and definitely doesn’t want to be touching me for more than a few minutes, usually.
I feel freakin’ horrible, like I have dumped/abandoned/disappointed/given up on Fannie.
I literally almost threw up when I walked out of the vet clinic w/o her and it just keeps feeling worse as time goes by.
I haven’t talked to BoxerLand about my final decision yet but I will. I just couldn’t say it out loud today. L is making it all my fault and acting like i’m over-reacting. That’s fine, that’s her typical reaction to everything that happens that isn't in her best interest.
Too bad, not my problem. At least in BoxerLand she won’t be stuck in a crate all day every day. She’ll have plenty of time to hunt squirrels & bunnies and play outside. I figure 13 acres, a house, a kennel that is basically a house, just nobody actually lives in those rooms, and at least 4 adults in charge of 8 dogs has to be better than my little house, two dogs she apparently hates and being stuck in a crate majority of each day, no play mates when she is not in a crate...... BoxerLand will be better. I still feel terrible.
So, that’s all.