Last weekend I watched my granddog Kali (the goddess of destruction . . . lol). She is a year and a half old Newfoundland but she is ALL PUPPY. Isn't she a beauty? I think the ex-girlfriend got her from a puppy mill which saddens since it keeps them in business. Supposedly the parents were HUGE, but she is small for a Newfie, making me more suspicious. It is what it is and my son and grandson love her so that's all that matters at this point.
She thinks she's a lap dog.
By Sunday she started to calm down a bit ~ or so I thought. I had her outside with me while I did yard work and when I wasn't paying attention, chewed her leash to shreds! I may be watching her for 8 days later this month. ARGH! I must really love my son.
I can't believe it's been seven weeks since Ellie was attacked. I miss her so much and there are so many reminders of her. Here she is getting ready to bury a bone in a basket of wool. She had stolen it from Kali at Christmas. I have not gone in the basket because I know it will break my heart to find it buried there. Geez, I'm crying just typing this :(
This is how she was every morning ~ under the covers.
I've had to hire an attorney to try to recoup my vet bills which were over $5k. The owner of the dog was only charged with a minor misdemeanor of dog at large (they said they could not charge him with vicious dog because the dog had never attacked or bitten before, but in fact it had attacked his daughter's pug last summer. The police were called, but she did not press charges) and because of that, the court could not order restitution. My gut feeling is that the owner will try to say that I have no proof that it was his dog that attacked her. I would just like to put this behind me . . . sigh . . . but I want him to take responsibility.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Pug hugs :)