Today we were victim to a sad situation, perhaps even a tragedy, depending upon the ultimate outcome, which as of this moment, we don’t know. My boyfriend and I drove his 17-year-old son to his mother’s house across town so he could talk to her, a very dysfunctional woman, now without a phone or any way of reaching people. While Dominic and I stood outside listening to their yelling and crying, her Airedale got out of the house, took off down the street, and attacked a Shepherd who was being walked by his owner. Her dog bit the Shepherd, drawing blood, which set off a barrage of swearing and threats by the Shepherd’s owner. The mother was oblivious to this entire drama, remaining holed up inside the house while her son grabbed the Airedale by the collar and dragged her home. In the meantime, the Shepherd’s owner continued spewing until his threats turned to action when he pulled out his cell phone and reported the incident to the police.
Here’s the sad part, for the Airedale, that is. She had previously and viciously attacked two other dogs, one of which lost its eye, thus, setting the precedent for a dog who needed an ultra-vigilant owner that kept the dog under control at all times. Didn’t happen. Sigh.
Later, I saw from the police blotter that a squad car was indeed dispatched to her house, and I don’t want to think the worst, but what else? The Airedale is a nice dog, fine with people, albeit unruly at times, and relatively young at five years. But she is vicious with other dogs and she needs a strong , experienced and responsible owner to give her a happy life.
This is what breaks my heart about animals, owners, and adopting – yes, this dog was adopted. But even if she hadn’t been, she has been laid victim by an irresponsible and careless owner who doesn’t deserve to have a dog, or any pet, at all.