Bored and missing my old dog, Bear. He had to be put down some years back around this time for aggression. I never blamed the dog, though. I blame the people that hurt him.
.....We found Bear when he was a puppy at a dump near our house. We took him home, raised him, and I grew fond of him and called him my own. Just one day, times got hard and we couldn't afford to keep him any longer. Dad gave him away to someone we didn't know. That man took my dog and moved several miles away.
.....Almost two years later, on the way home from school (when I was in school so many years back >.<) we saw a dog that made us stop. Mom didn't think it was Bear, for this dog was so close to home and the man who took Bear was too far off. My mom went to where she had seen the dog and asked the owners of the residence about the mutt. They informed her that it was just a random stray that had been destroying their trash bins and that they were probably going to shoot him if he did it again.
.....Mom gave them a piece of her mind about that, then went to the dog, now sniffing around the corner of the owner's house. I saw my mom kneel down and put her hand out and immediately the dog ran to her, tongue lolling, a smile on his handsome but dirty face.
.....I smiled as i saw mom pick up what I knew just had to be my dog and bring him back to the Explorer. She put him in the front seat and I (TOTALLY NOT BUCKLED UP) sat forward and scratched his ears and talked to him. All the while, we talked about him and how he had to have been coming back home, why else would he be so close to us? Then again, why did he come back?
.....When we got him home we found that out fast. He had a bullet hole in his ear, a long jagged scar on his stomach along with several smaller ones, and a small round scar on his snout that I only noticed after I bathed him. The man had used him for dog fighting and had probably abused him.
.....From that time and for the rest of Bear's life, we noticed his aggression towards men. Only my dad was ever able to get near him. He was very protective of me though, and wouldn't let me play outside with my cousins.
.....One day, my mom clipped his fur shorter (he was chow dog mixed with god knows what) and I bathed him afterwards. I was jogging him around the yard so he could get dry before the cool night air hit when he started freaking out and trying to get across the road in front of the house. My dad was also coming down the road so I didn't let him. Apparently this angered Bear and he huffed and loped back towards the house with me and all was fine till my dad's truck came near the house.
.....All of a sudden, Bear wasn't the same dog. He saw the truck coming and twisted against the choker on his neck. When I didn't release him, he leapt at me, going pretty close to my throat and I threw my arm up to block his teeth. He latched onto my arm and it all happened so fast, my dad pried his mouth away and slung him away. But what I noticed when Bear was latched onto me, was his eyes were distant. Something had scared him and to this day I don't know what it was, but I want to think it was that man who took him and abused him. The man's truck looked and sounded like dad's, only this had never happened before.
.....Mom was yelling for me to get into the truck, but I refused until my dad agreed not to hurt my dog. He didn't believe that Bear had had no intentions on hurting me. But he listened. And so I got bandaged up. No stitches.
.....About a year later, Bear had gotten out of his cage. Of course he did this a lot of the time. He dug his toes into the mesh holes and just climbed right out. (I had watched him lol) Well, this time, Bear wasn't acting like himself again. I prayed for the best as my dad put the choker around Bear's neck (he refused to let me try to with Bear acting strange) and pulled him back to his cage. All was fine, but then Bear struck at dad. And that was when I knew, that was the last time he would ever do that.
.....They had him euthanized as soon as he got to the Animal Hospital.
.....I don't blame the dog. I blame the people that hurt him. If anyone should have had their life snuffed, I think it should be the ones that hurt others for their own fun.
Enjoy my dog people, and never EVER blame a bad tempered dog when it isn't his/her fault





































