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Dog Gone

  Not too long ago I had posted about the unexplainable rage of our little Boston Terrier, Annie. She's friendly and sweet to everyone except other small dogs and this has been a huge source of stress for me for quite a while.
  Well, it happened again, the kids left the door open and she bolted out and attacked another dog, this time it was one of her own kind, another Boston. Upon hearing the commotion, I ran outside, grabbed her and threw her about ten feet into the house. As she was sliding across the floor like a bowling ball, I was surveying the damage caused to the other dog, A little blood, but nothing serious. Still, I had reached my breaking point, that dog's luck had run out.
  The next day, we found the owner of Annie's victim, who was sweet and explained that her dog was probably at fault too, however I still felt that Annie was too much of a liability for us at this point. She told us that her in-laws had spent their lives raising and breeding Boston Terriers and had a love for the breed and would be happy to give Annie a good home. We thought about it and decided to go for it, it seemed like a perfect solution for everyone.
  Annie has been gone for a couple of weeks now and although Taevin was sad, she is doing well in her new home and I can sleep easier knowing that I will never pay someone else's vet bill again.
  I'm sure someday we'll own another dog but for now I'm content with just the cat.

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  1. So glad you made the decision. Think of how much money you'll save from not having to pick her up from the pound when she sneaks off. You could buy some pretty shoes with the extra cash!

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  2. I'm so glad she is happy in her new home, and that you can sleep easier at night. If I were you, I'd want a break, too. :)

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