Karen in off to points south to show one of the dogs and I have just prepped the basement for a new arrival.

The kind where we are waiting to find out if it will be a situation of "no good deed goes unpunished".

We have FINALLY found a home for a young male we took 2 years ago because another dog breeder was having a VERY hard time placing an accidental litter. He hasn't left yet but he soon will.

And now we are taking in another. This time a two year old who is leaving his home because his people were too stupid to listen for the last three years.

Yes, I know the math doesn't really compute.

Unfortunately we are somewhat responsible for these people having Briards. And they started out a fine and responsible home. But when they planned and executed thier first breeding, they ignored simple advice.

Don't keep a male.

If you do, he and your current male MUST be kept physically seperate.

Call is class arrogance (at the time, they truly had more money than they knew what to do with). Call it newbie know it all (as with many fields, oftentimes once people learn the basics they decide they know it all). Call it self delusion or excessive anthropomorphism ("My fluffy would never become the Cujo you are describing just because his mother is in season.")

At the end of the day, the dog I am picking up tomorrow from Bradley comes with a shaved neck and over 100 individual tooth wounds from a run in with the 3rd intact male (this one a Rhodesian Ridgeback) that the couple allowed on the property when their highly immature twenty-something son moved home.

Oh, by the way, for anyone reading this that has never seen me in person, I have only slightly fewer scars along my forearms from having made the mistake of either leaving a door open or forgetting to check if a dog was still out when opening a crate. So while I understand being that stupid, it still hurts to watch someone step off the curb after you pointed the bus out.

So his rehab will hopefully be my own as well. There is a very visceral part of me that evokes a fight or flight response when a large black dog goes off. The goal here will be getting him to un-learn so many of the responses he has learned in his old house to make him safe in another multi-dog situation. And everyone around him safe as well.


I actually asked the people to send him while Karen was gone because I generally do better with nervous or aggressive dogs without backup.

It helps with focus.

Kinda like ledges and high speeds on wet roads.



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