I apologize if I responded too harshly.
The first dog I ever had was when I was 14 years old. Alfie was a cocker spaniel. My father teased him mercilessly and corrected him harshly for any perceived wrong-doings. Alfie "nipped" at people of couple of times. One day, my grandmother dropped a sock from the dryer. When she reached down to pick it, Alfie bit her hard enough to require 8 stitches. Soon after, he went to the SPCA where I suspect that he was "put to sleep".
I regret to this day that I didn't know more about dogs at that time and that I wasn't able to stand up to my Dad for what I knew intuitively was wrong. If I can help someone save their dog from the same fate, I have to try.
That's where I was coming from. |