It’s been 12 days since I took Karma back to Animal Control. My trainer gives classes there and she said she had also talked to them about Karma. She thought he needed a younger (stronger), more active owner but felt like he was adoptable. Twelve days and he’s still not been put up for adoption (I know this because I check every day, several times). They don’t guarantee an animal will be put up for adoption once you surrender them. But come on, he is a great dog. I survived 7 months with him, what if I only needed another 7 months until he became a more sane dog?
I think if they put him down I’ll die from the guilt. I love that dog. If he was half the weight I could have handled the hyper without being injured constantly. I’m willing to forgive him for chewing up my $42.00 bottle of eye antibiotics. I’m willing to forgive him chewing my refrigerator cord off. I’m ready again to handle him driving me nuts 24/7 with his hyperness and neediness. That was almost impossible to handle while feeling sick with one thing or another for almost the last 2 months. But I took my trainers advice that he’d be so much better off with a different kind of owner. Heck, I knew he would be without her telling me. I just didn’t want him back in that cage wondering why I left him there. Although that was preferable to worrying that they decided he wasn’t adoptable.
He was insane acting. He lunged and growled at every person or animal he saw. I wasn’t strong enough to hold him without getting knocked down and dragged into the street. I was afraid to try walks or even taking him to training classes. When the trainer started coming here I knew it was all bluff though. He never bit or tried to bite anything. But that acting aggressive did make him an awesome watchdog. Now the only thing between me and the burglars are the targets hanging in the window and those massive piles of dog shit that have built up in the backyard all winter.
They tell me I can adopt another dog. I don’t want another dog. I want Karma.
First off, I’m removing January from the year, because if the rest goes like January, I’ll never make to to December.



