I'd like to clarify the situation here so everyone gets the WHOLE TRUTH please.
Here is Chrissy's photo:
She is a tiny girl at only 110 lbs and MAYBE 22" tall. Yes, size is relative, but we own colossal-breed dogs. Comparatively, she is very small. Our home is big enough to accommodate three or more dogs easily. Yes, Chrissy was abused, but she is pathologically shy and not the type to suddenly "snap." Part of my job entails behavioral assessment of dogs, and at the risk of sounding like a pompous jackass, I'm VERY good at what I do. I've been right every time. I've had years of mentoring, and each evaluation on a dog involved at least 50 different tests and triggers. Chrissy is shy, she clearly has abuse issues, but she's submissive in her defense. She's rather pee on herself and expose her belly than bark or growl and raise her hackles, even if cornered.
Chrissy was placed with our rescue years ago. we'd adopted her out (way before my time) to an unfit family where she was promptly left to her own devices and hit by a car. English mastiffs are house-dogs. They NEED people with them, or they can literally die of a broken heart. It's not uncommon for them to starve themselves to death when upset by a divorce/separation, etc. Chrissy's owners couldn't pay for her surgery. They got another dog, a Basset, who they gave to rescue because "it was too dang stupid." The next dog they got bloated (look up "bloat") and they didn't get it to a hospital, so it died a horrible, painful death, screaming until the very end. Then they got yet another dog. This last one and Chrissy were abandoned over 7 months ago with some idiots who didn't see fit to keep them inside, love them, or properly care for them. No monthly flea preventative (the girls were INFESTED when i got them!) no heartworm pills, no current vaccinations, and they didn't spend any time with them.
Chrissy wouldn't come near us at first. Then I sang to her and she came right to me and wouldn't leave my side after that. She snuggles on the couch, in bed, runs to the van to take our son to school in the mornings, and is just the sweetest little thing ever! My heart broke when I delivered her to her VA foster home. I cried the whole way back and every day since. It's been a week now. We ARE able to keep her, but
Ethan is telling me now that it's my choice: I can continue rescue efforts, or I can have Chrissy, I can not have a third dog AND continue to be involved in rescue.
This is after saying "yes, let's keep her, you can have her" several times and THEN saying "What? No! No way."
And I think that sucks.
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