We have a high strung dog. We didn't know he was going to be high strung, my wife and I just wanted...I just wanted our other dog to have a friend to discourage him from pooping on our floor when ever we left.
The devil we knew was better.
Milo turned out to be a hunting dog. A walker / blue tick mix. We later found out that even the dog whisperrer can't "control" this type of dog, and says something along the line of "good luck."
For 9 years now he has destroyed carpets, drapes, window screens, toys, possessions, sleep, couches, more sleep, ears.
Side note: Hunting dogs howl because GPS wasn't invented 100 plus years ago. The dogs would howl to get there master attention. That howl can be heard one and a half miles away.
But right beside your head isn't a mile and a half.
I've looked into getting rid of him but the country boys i work with says he'll be dead in no time as most hunting dogs don't live that long. I can't do that to him.
With his high strung nature and bite first attitude I feel I can't take him to the humane society, or a dog rescue. I always picture a dog rescue for mistreated dogs. Milo is well fed, walked, bathed...
And only occasionally do I yell "oh dear god please stop yelling at the squirrel! Please stop!"
I don't hit him. I don't "rub his nose in it." I don't tell him to get off the furniture because it keeps him quiet.
Showing Milo compassion is frustrating. I can't go for the alternatives, or attempt to dump my responsibilities for Milo on anyone else.
This is more of a story than anything else. My little story on my heart giving my head an ache.
But it seems a good ache.
Anyone else find compassion frustrating?