In a previous life I had two dogs, Dingo and Max.
Dingo was a breed between a big Doberman and a von Sophia Rottweiler. Intelligent and very strong, in fact I have never seen a dog like him again. After my divorce, I had no place to keep him as he needed large grounds and as I left the house to my ex-wife, I had to find a place for Dingo.
A security company wanted him and they came with muzzles and other stuff to take him away.
Sadly I heard a few months later that they had to put him down, as they couldn't handle him.
Max was a Staffordshire bullterrier of the long legged type and he was like my twin. Even slept on my bed lol.
The new wife's father and uncle were old and deaf and dumb.
So when I departed, I left Max with her to protect the old guys, as he grew up with Dingo and no burglar or criminal would want to tangle with Max.
He grew old and very fat and the sad thing is both of the old guys passed away and eventually it was also Max's time to go to dog heaven.
Such is life!
That's a sad story about Dingo and a pity they couldn't handle the little bugger.
We had a dog at home when I was a kid called King, @tarazkp will remember that mad dog well. He was completely mad as a cut snake all the time, as fast as a bullet and would go after things like a heat-seeking missile. In truth he was out of control and even though we had a lot of land for him to utilise due to his nature he went back to where we got him. I can't recall however I think he was shot as he mauled a few sheep on the farm. Crazy bastard that he was.
It sounds like Max had a more fulfilling life of food and sleep...Sounds good to me!
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Yeah, Dingo was also a guy not to mess with lol.
The postman and a "brave" and stupid friend found out at their cost lol.
He was a big boy with the streamlined build akin to the big Doberman dogs, but one could also see the Rooty in him. I was the only that could control him and the wife and kids stayed well away from him.
Of course max was a stupid Staffy and Dingo used to run him ass over kettle many times, but as Max grew, his chest broadened and he had huge muscles all over. Funny thing is that he and Dingo never got stuck into each other, but woe to the one that those two would storm at lol.
I took Max to a dog training "expert" and when he saw Max he said "Oh no, a Staffy".
He was right, as Max bit him and that was the end of Max's dog training effort lol.
Some dogs like Dingo and your dog just get born with that mad streak in them.
ENGAGEtokens.I've left a lot of things with a lot of women. Some would even say my soul. But I've never left a dog. I've had to find a couple places to live, but no dog left behind (unless like Max. I get that).
I'm old and fat. There are worse things to be. I had one dog (and one childhood dog) that nobody would mess with for anything. Neither one of them looked particularly the part. My Rottweiler was an absolute gentle soul that looked like big trouble.
On the farm we had 'farm dogs'. Always a couple of herd dogs that could be a real handful if their animals were threatened.
I had no choice with Dingo Sir Tom as I moved into a 1 room apartment and could only take Max. It would be cruel to keep a dog Dingo's size cooped up in a place where he cannot run.
I'm old and ugly, but not entertaining the idea yet to get fat lol.
We also had about 7, or at times even 10 dogs on the farm, a veritable congregation of all sorts, fox terriers, jack russels, alsations and rhodesion ridgebacks.
I understand the necessity, I really do. I was lucky with a greyhound/boxer cross that I was able to find a 'farm home' for. Worked out good for everybody.
Thank you and yes it's a heartsore story, but such is life Sir Tom.
Hope that you will have a good Sunday!
I'm very sorry to hear the story of Dingo. I used to grow up with the dogs of my cousin and almost felt them like they were mine, so when they passed away the situation really broke my heart into pieces. But I heal my soul with the thought that they are in a better place now and they still play with us spiritually
Thank you and I don't cry often my friend, but I did shed a tear for Dingo.
To lose a beloved pet is never easy and you are so correct, as they are indeed in a much better place where there are no chains or boundaries!