Wow...

Thanks to everyone for your thoughts and ideas regarding the T's... you've all given me some really good things to think about. (I would reply via comments but I've been getting page cannot be displayed on all comments links for almost a week now) I think I am going to talk to my counselor about being a support person and start heading in the direction of the new T. I see T again this Wednesday, hopefully it won't be as hard and I'll be more present in the session. We'll see how it goes...

This weekend has been terrible and wonderful at the same time.

My dogs got into a fight. Spazz has a history of getting too excited which causes him to get stressed and he becomes aggressive towards the other dogs. Usually it's directed towards the other male in the pack, but this time it was directed at his sister Sandy. He hurt her fairly bad, and she has a 2 inch puncture on her face. I was devastated. I was thinking of putting Spazz down because he is unpredictable with the other dogs.

I can't do it.

I spent all of Saturday into Sunday morning crying and thinking. I kept thinking of how it's not his fault, he was abused and had I had him from a puppy he wouldn't be this way. I also thought about how I could help him. I don't think he deserves to be put down, he's a great dog in all other regards. I came to the conclusion of working with him and the other dogs more. I have an action plan...

I'm going to ensure they don't get too wound up and if they do, I will remove them from the situation. I will take them on more walks to help get rid of their energy. And I've got a couple books to read on how to work with canine aggression towards other canines.

I hope to God this works... I can't give up on him. I can't abandon him when he needs me to the most.

Some of you may be thinking it's just a dog. Well he's not. He's my best friend. He's one of the reasons I'm alive today. I rescued him and he's helped save me. I can't describe it any other way. He's my little boy...

My boyfriend and I have done a lot of talking about where we are headed. We've been together for eight months. He's good for me. He's there for me. I'm there for him. He makes me smile. He supports me. He's everything I've ever wanted in a man and with him, I feel safe. I trust him. I love him.

We're moving in together at the end of July.

I'm excited.