Saracirce wrote:I didn't know she would be aggressive before my brother and I met her (my mom got her while bro and I were at our dad's). She actually bit my bro first time we met her and left a scar. I didn't even find about the neighbor thing until years later. So, yeah, it does make sense that, at 11, I didn't take heed of the warning signs.
And good for you. At 11, I was more concerned with my dad getting a divorce, moving in with my mom, all the school I had missed, one of my bros fighting with my step dad constantly and my dad going to prison then I was about a dog. The little bits of time I wasn't stressing about fam was spent at the pool. At 11, I hadn't even had a puppy before, let alone a dog who lived inside.
If you could only know the stress and stuff my family has been going through during the time I got Kiba and Wolfgang between my parents divorce, missing months at a time of school, making sure I did not have to live with my mom, and my parents and me fighting over Misty and Marty. Having my mom trying to take Misty and Marty from me is the most stress I've ever had in my life. I've never even mentioned that stuff on here because I don't like to feel like I'm complaining or like I'm trying to make people pity me, so I just don't talk about it. When it comes to my dogs, I feel like since it's my responsibility, I can't make any excuses.
I hadn't had a puppy before when we got Misty (I was only 8). We had a dog, but he was very old and I'd isn't do much with him. But, I was so into dogs that I took on training Misty by myself when we got her. Once again, I was only 8, but I trained her by myself because I was the one who wanted a dog for myself to raise and train.