I was kind of thinking about that conversation and this conversation, and how some people may have never bonded with a dog to the extent of being a heart dog the other day. It kind of fits into this discussion. I mean, if people grew up in a situation where the dog was dumped when they moved, or dumped when they grew out of the cute puppy stage, if a parent punished children by hurting the dog, or by threatening to get rid of the dog, or if they did get rid of the dog, people may have developed a protection where they would not get too close to anything.
Our first dog was a beagle mix that lived chained to a dog house in the back yard. He was never trained. All he did was jump on us and rip up our pant legs. But we liked him well enough. When he went missing, I took two busses with my brother to go to the pound and look for him. I was eight, it was scary. You could smell the pound all the way at the bus stop. Just follow your nose. They electrocuted dogs back then. We never found that dog.
We had a puppy that lived on the porch with six toes on his back legs. He was a GSD mix, free puppy. He just stopped crying at night and was doing good, but someone took him off the porch and that was the last we heard of him.
The third dog was a schnauzer mix. It lived tied in the back hallway when inside and tied out when outside. But it was a nice dog. I took it on walks. I took it on my paper route when I was 12 and he got hit by a truck. My fault. He was thrown into a ditch. I jumped down in the ditch. He was alive. The man in the truck took us home. We took him to the vet. He healed. Then he bit the baby, she was 1. We thought maybe she got her hands in his dish. A few days later he bit her again, and there was no provocation. My parents never told me what they did with the dog.
Princess came to live with us. She was a shepherd mix. She was inside for a couple of months, and then got really sick. They took her to a couple of vets, and they fixed her, but she lived outside from that point on. They think the chemicals in the carpet was part of the problem. She thrived outside and lived to be almost 15, but she wasn't like an indoor dog.
My parents never let me get a GSD.
But they never hurt a dog to hurt me, and while they may have gotten rid of the one dog, they didn't do anything that would work against my becoming attached to a dog. But some people have experienced that, and other people's perception of the same set of circumstances may cause a different overall outcome.
I mean if you walk through life learning that dogs are temporary you may not let yourself get too attached to them.
On the other hand, somewhere between childhood and adulthood, we choose a different family, a different experience, and we decide for ourselves how we will do things, whether what our parents did is what we want to do. And if we throw out to our community of choice a situation, we might be trying to gage what they think about something, so that we can make a better decision for us.
My parents first indoor dog was Pippy, the English Setter that we got when I was an adult, I think already moved out of the house. I knew I wanted an indoor dog before Pippy.
I think keeping our thoughts and feelings about a situation that has been presented to ourselves isn't all that helpful. But maybe 24 pages of saying the same thing in different ways isn't necessary.
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