This one is tearing me up on the inside, I just don't know how to handle this one.
About 6 years ago, my wife & I adopted a rescue Rottweiler. She is our 4th rottie, the other 3 got old and are in doggy heaven. This one was found abandoned with a litter of puppies, starving. None of the puppies made it. When we took her in, she was skin & bones, did not trust any people or other animals, and was really snarly and "guarded" food. But she took to me immediately.
It took a while, but we socialized her and worked with her every day. Back then we had 7 dogs and 4 cats, and a big house on 5 acres. She has been a great dog. Loves people, including small children, loves riding in the truck, doesn't need a leash ever, listens to every command. Possibly the best & smartest dog I've ever had.
Fast forward a couple of years. We had a cat named 8 Ball. He had a big ole 8 right on his side. He was a lot of fun, very acrobatic cat. Liked chasing insects & birds. One day he wandered off & never came back. I like to think that he found a happy home in a neighboring subdivision, and made a young family happy. That, or a bear got him. (This is when I lived in Alaska).
Fast forward to last week. I was perusing the local classifieds on FB, and I see this picture of a kitten with a great big 9 on his side. "Free kittens to good homes". What are the odds..... Showed the wife, called the lady, and piled into the truck. Drove an hour each way, and brought home "Niner".
This little guy is a lot of fun. When I get home from work, he greets me before the dogs do, when I'm taking off my boots. He comes to me by name when I call him over. When I wake up from sleeping, I find him sleeping against my arm, or the back of my neck. I've had cats before, but never really liked them that much. This one is different somehow. Anyways.....
Yesterday morning, while I was at work, my wife calls me. She's shaken & upset. She's on her way to the vet with a bleeding kitten. Apparently, she fed the dogs after I left for work. The cat got into my Rottweiler's food, and she grabbed him by the head and flung him across the room. My wife was horrified, the dog ran and hid, knowing she done a bad thing.
So my kitten is at the vet still, until Monday. His lower jaw broken, his skull crushed above his left eye, cheek crushed below his left eye, and left eye lower eyelid is bulged out. They wired his jaw & braced it with an interesting little contraption. They cleaned up his wounds & gave him some medications. He is being fed by a syringe.
I went with the wife to go check on him today. Man, he looks rough. As soon as I walked into that room he was climbing the door on the cage. Picked him up, and he just laid there purring. After a couple minutes, he climbed up to my shoulder and sat there for a while, leaning on my neck, purring. Then he decided it was play time. LOL, this cat looks like hell, and he wants to play. Go figure. The vet is impressed. They are going to keep him over the weekend to make sure he can eat & heal properly. They know better than I, what to watch for and what to do if something goes wrong. And his skull is very fragile, yet he likes to jump off things.
So now my moral dilemma, if it isn't already obvious. Shall I keep my rescued Rottweiler, or let her go? If I keep her, I need some ideas about training her in regards to protection of food. I don't want this type of thing to happen again, ever.
About 6 years ago, my wife & I adopted a rescue Rottweiler. She is our 4th rottie, the other 3 got old and are in doggy heaven. This one was found abandoned with a litter of puppies, starving. None of the puppies made it. When we took her in, she was skin & bones, did not trust any people or other animals, and was really snarly and "guarded" food. But she took to me immediately.
It took a while, but we socialized her and worked with her every day. Back then we had 7 dogs and 4 cats, and a big house on 5 acres. She has been a great dog. Loves people, including small children, loves riding in the truck, doesn't need a leash ever, listens to every command. Possibly the best & smartest dog I've ever had.
Fast forward a couple of years. We had a cat named 8 Ball. He had a big ole 8 right on his side. He was a lot of fun, very acrobatic cat. Liked chasing insects & birds. One day he wandered off & never came back. I like to think that he found a happy home in a neighboring subdivision, and made a young family happy. That, or a bear got him. (This is when I lived in Alaska).
Fast forward to last week. I was perusing the local classifieds on FB, and I see this picture of a kitten with a great big 9 on his side. "Free kittens to good homes". What are the odds..... Showed the wife, called the lady, and piled into the truck. Drove an hour each way, and brought home "Niner".
This little guy is a lot of fun. When I get home from work, he greets me before the dogs do, when I'm taking off my boots. He comes to me by name when I call him over. When I wake up from sleeping, I find him sleeping against my arm, or the back of my neck. I've had cats before, but never really liked them that much. This one is different somehow. Anyways.....
Yesterday morning, while I was at work, my wife calls me. She's shaken & upset. She's on her way to the vet with a bleeding kitten. Apparently, she fed the dogs after I left for work. The cat got into my Rottweiler's food, and she grabbed him by the head and flung him across the room. My wife was horrified, the dog ran and hid, knowing she done a bad thing.
So my kitten is at the vet still, until Monday. His lower jaw broken, his skull crushed above his left eye, cheek crushed below his left eye, and left eye lower eyelid is bulged out. They wired his jaw & braced it with an interesting little contraption. They cleaned up his wounds & gave him some medications. He is being fed by a syringe.
I went with the wife to go check on him today. Man, he looks rough. As soon as I walked into that room he was climbing the door on the cage. Picked him up, and he just laid there purring. After a couple minutes, he climbed up to my shoulder and sat there for a while, leaning on my neck, purring. Then he decided it was play time. LOL, this cat looks like hell, and he wants to play. Go figure. The vet is impressed. They are going to keep him over the weekend to make sure he can eat & heal properly. They know better than I, what to watch for and what to do if something goes wrong. And his skull is very fragile, yet he likes to jump off things.
So now my moral dilemma, if it isn't already obvious. Shall I keep my rescued Rottweiler, or let her go? If I keep her, I need some ideas about training her in regards to protection of food. I don't want this type of thing to happen again, ever.
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