Life can change in an instant.
This morning, our German Shepherd bit the neighbour lady.
I was coming back from the fenced-in area, keeping a close eye on Lucy as usual, but it was actually Silver, the boxer, who decided he would veer off at the last second and go bark at the neighbours. Which meant Lucy HAD to get a piece of that action, and off she went too.
I should have had them on a leash, but it’s just a short sprint to the fenced area of the yard, and they’re so well conditioned to going straight there and back, usually at a dead run, that I’ve been a bit lax in enforcing the leash thing for that short dash…
So Lucy bit our neighbour. Fortunately with not TOO tragic results — her husband called it a huge nasty bruise. But since this is now the third person she’s bitten that seriously, not counting several more whom she bit much less seriously, I had to say “enough is enough”.
Lucy will be going away to live at the kennel where we got her. Which is definitely better than having her put down, but which still feels tragic. Nine years I had that dog. Longer than I’ve been married. But she’ll be in good hands, at a place where she was always happy to go, and was always on her best behaviour.
This really sucks though.