21/05/2022
This is a really honest read. Sometimes a dog just doesn't settle in a home. The best thing for that dog is to find it a more suitable one. This isn't a get out of jail free card for owners who want to swap their dog for a different breed or because they've had enough of the dog! This is has the dogs best interest at heart. Have a read and see what you think.
WARNING! CONTROVERSIAL OPINION AHEAD!
WHEN DOING THE RIGHT THING MEANS A NEW HOME FOR OUR DOGS
Last week, friend and follower Ann said such a brave thing... sometimes doing right for our dogs means admitting our home (and our skills, sometimes) aren't right for the dog.
Such an important message and one that is hard for everyone to hear among all the well-meant but thoughtless and uncompassionate comments about dogs being for life and other such.
Just so you know, I've been that woman who's had to take in surrendered dogs at the shelter. I've been the one who has hard to return foster dogs there too. I know how hard it is for the dogs and, more than you might, how hard that can be for the guardian too. You can't work in a large, open-access shelter taking in surrenders and think that it's black and white for very long.
That said, it doesn't mean there aren't idiots and knobheads. That goes without saying!
But I've also seen desperate guardians trying to do the right thing.
The dog in the photo behind my handsome boy Heston is Effel. He died earlier in the year at a grand old age having spent 4 years in his adoptive home. He lived with me for 18 months in foster.
Why didn't I keep him, dear follower?
How cruel I am for letting him go! What kind of dog trainer am I?
Firstly, I'm the dog trainer that helped him settle after he lost one guardian, and then another. I'm the trainer that stopped him chasing cows and sheep. I'm the trainer who changed his mind about cars and bicycles. I also got him to play, for the first time in his life.
So, you can keep your Judge Judies to yourself on that score.
How could I be so cruel?
Because the camera here, it lies. It shows you two dogs who look like buddies, doesn't it?
They weren't.
I mean, they didn't have daily or even monthly confrontations, but Effel could not tolerate Heston. There was a constant, residual tension that emanated from Effel that needed a fair bit of management. I couldn't let Heston off lead, for instance, because Effel could not tolerate Heston running.
I often thought that Effel was the reincarnated spirit of a dead friend, Mark. He too was a larger-than-life nightmare-on-legs. I rehomed him at 17 and fostered him in his 40s. Dog, gerbil, cat or human, my home is there for those who need it.
But living with Mark was also hard work. Let's not talk about being woken up by 14 stone of bloke crashing around at 4am because he'd rather wander through a dark, strange house and try and get out for a cigarette rather than smoke out of the bloody window like I told him to.
I loved Mark very dearly, but I couldn't live with him.
I felt the same for Effel. I loved him dearly. He is my kind of dog. Big appetite, absolutely nutty, also liked crashing about in the night. Also scared off potential burglars. Couldn't live with him, either.
Or, more precisely, he couldn't really live with Heston.
So, dear follower, I know what it is to relinquish a good dog who struggles in your home and who'd thrive, as Effel did, in another. I know what it is to weep because it's just not working, even though it's okay.
We all deserve to live our best lives, and if a dog can live their best life somewhere else, then not a one of us should stand in judgement over that. It is often the toughest choice we can ever make.
Did I feel hurt that Effel lived a better life somewhere else?
Not at all.
Did I feel shame for having fostered for 18 months and never adopted?
No, although people tried to make me feel shame about it.
Being a dog trainer is often to be party to the most intimate aspects of a client's life... it's to know their sadness, their disenfranchised grief, their frustration, their despondency. It's to know just how hard they tried.
It's also to know that sometimes they didn't try, really.
And that's fine too.
Ain't nobody's business but theirs. I know that they're probably still living with shame and a sense of failure, with the 'what ifs'.
I don't reserve my understanding simply for people who pass my arbitrary level of "How Much Trying Is Enough Trying That I Don't Have To Feel Judgey But I Can Feel Compassion."
If you're at the point where you're wondering if a different home would be better, don't worry. I get it. I really do. Been there. Felt that. Totally get it.
PS If you're at this point because your dog is a teenager, I think that is perfectly normal. If you haven't wept with frustration living with a teenage dog, then I would like to know where your dog came from please, and what you did.
Peace out, dog lovers. Let's remember the love. We're all just sinners sinning differently.
Emma
Lighten Up Dog Training