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''Phillip, a word about dog training: it was behavioral therapy and I saw a lot of kids getting massive bites from dogs.
I understood the dogs more than the people who did not set limits on them. No one really dangerous, they were made dangerous.
I pitied them so much I stopped training. I could not sleep at night thinking about their fates. Some were euthanized. Pitied the kids too''
I understand what you are talking about. Once I got a call form a family of two small children, This family had raised a Australian Blue Heeler. Beautiful dog. This type dog makes great stock dog and good friend! The family children were young and small for this dog. Constantly, these children would pick him up by his head, his ear, causing pain for this puppy. As he grew older, he slowly became defensive, until one day, he had, had enough of humans. He hated humans! All of his life, all he had known was abuse. The family had taken him to the pound, (SHELTER), but the dog was classified as an aggressive vicious dog and the Animal Shelter, after evaluating him, said he would not be put up for adoption, but euthanized. The Mom and Dad did not want to see the dog put to sleep. I was called. I took the dog and could not touch him or pet him. He meant business! The dad put my collar on him and slowly gingerly put him into he carrying kennel. All the while the dog was growling at the dad, lips quivering, teeth flashing!! I knew I had my hands full! This animal was so beautiful!! Yet he was sentenced to death row! I was the only hope left for him. I desperately wanted to save him, to become friends with him. Each day before going to work I would go the him, talk to him, offer to him kind affection. Feed him from my hand, all the while he would growl at me and show his teeth even while eating from my hand. Nothing kind to him seemed to work. No matter how kind, how concerned for him I was, he hated me! After two weeks, of doing all possible to gain his trust, his friendship their was no change for the good. I would sit down just out of his reach and talk to him, no good came of it. His mind was made up, all mankind was his enemy. One day I came home form work and a big tree limb had fallen form a tree into his gracious yard, he had a really nice dog house. plenty of room plenty of shade etc. Anyway one day I came home and a limb had fallen form the tree and was tangled up in his chain! I said boy you need help. Now I am your friend. I am going to reach down and slowly untangle you. Do not bite me boy. I reached down slowly, easily touched his head to pet. As every other time he growled, showing his teeth, with lips quivering. I could feel the tenseness in his feel. He was ready and willing to bite me, this I knew. I also knew he needed help so I said , boy I am your friend. I am here to help you. I am trying to save your life from death row. Now don't bite me boy. I reached to untangle the chain and he attacked me.. He had my hand and meant business. I still have the scars! My patience had ran out. Kindness or goodness didn't work with him and was either save him or let them kill him. So what did I do? If you are interested tell me so and I will tell you the rest. I am tired and worn out as my Daddy is very sick in the hospital and I have been back and forth doing all I can to to help him. Going to bed.
Phillip