My dog killed my other dog what should i do

My dog killed my other dog what should i do

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My dog killed my other dog what should i do.

I had a three year old German Shepherd mix when I got her as a stray. A few months after she got here my brother in law decided to take over our dog kennel and decided to give my dog to my mom.

After she got here my brother in law was always putting her down. She was too much of a puppy. She was scared to death of him. He always tried to bully her and would push her into the ground and she would have horrible bumps on her head. It got to the point where she would run as fast as she could just to get away from him.

One day after my brother in law told me that he didn't like my dog and told me he was going to give her to my mom I was really upset and hurt. My mom is a good person but she just didn't know how to handle my dog. One night while I was at work my dog was in the car playing with the cat and started crying really hard. The next day I came home and my mom told me that my dog killed their cat. The cat was laying on the couch asleep and my dog stood over him and just stood there looking at him. When my mom told me that the cat was dead I was totally horrified. I thought that was a total shock to me because I didn't see it happen.

When I got home I asked my mom how the cat died and she told me that my dog was going for his neck and just wouldn't stop. She told me that she saw it happen. I'm really still upset about this because I really feel that my dog was innocent and that my brother in law had no right to give my dog to my mom.

I think I would have to do something. I also would like to start trying to look for a new family. But the biggest issue that I have is I would like to take the dog back from my mom because she is just not going to be able to handle him. And I don't know what to do from there because I really want him back.

My husband and I got a dog a few years ago. His name is Spike and he is 1 1/2 years old. He has been in our lives ever since. He was an outside dog, but we had him in the house for about 2 weeks and then let him go back outside to the yard. I've had him since he was 6 weeks old.

He has a very strong personality, very jealous, he has a little bit of a bark problem, and he needs to go to the bathroom. But if you're looking for a really great dog, he is great.

One night a couple weeks ago, we got home late and it was raining a bit. I had closed the garage door and had set the lock to open automatically and as we opened the garage door we saw Spike just standing there in the rain. He looked so sad, wet and lonely. It broke my heart.

So we went into the house and I gave him a good bath and he got a lot of love. Then when we got into the living room, he wanted to cuddle. But we didn't really know how to give him the cuddle. He was so strong and aggressive, I wasn't sure if he would hurt us. So I was glad my husband was in there to help me. He's pretty much an old man who is still playing in his childhood. He had to pick Spike up and carry him to the bed and lay him down. Once Spike was settled down we started playing with him. He was very gentle with him, he was so loving to him. He actually got his butt scratched on my floor. When it was getting late I took Spike out to the yard, put him in the kennel in our basement, closed the kennel door, and I went to bed.

We left for school the next day and went back to a routine and I felt pretty good about being able to do that. The only issue was that when I got back to work, there were a few things I needed to pick up. So I left to go pick up my things and I had this horrible feeling in my stomach. I got into the truck, called the husband, said, "I think we have a problem."

He said, "Are you okay?" and I said, "No, I don't think he wants me to go to work anymore."

So I was on the phone with the vet. She said that they had to admit him to the hospital for fluids because he was dehydrated. He also had a very hard stool. Once he was hydrated, she said she could bring him home the next day. Then my husband said, "Okay, she can bring him home tomorrow, but it's going to cost you a thousand dollars."

I called my mom and said, "Mom, I'm in trouble. I think we have to have Spike." And her response was, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Your dad and I want you to stay here."

Now I was in tears. He has a beautiful family, a beautiful home, and I was having to uproot my life again. I just couldn't picture my life without him, and that's when I broke down and cried.

The next day I was back at work and it was like nothing had happened. I got home and there was Spike. So we stayed at home together and just watched him. He still loved and adored my husband. He was just happy to have us back together. He was a very special dog, and he was with us until the day he died.


Spike was a little guy. I think he weighed twenty pounds when he was just a puppy. His name was actually a nickname. I was out one day and I had three dogs in the house and my husband said, "I'll name one of the dogs Spike." And the dog looked up at me and just barked, and I thought, "Oh, that's not a nice name." So when we took Spike home, the kids started calling him Spike and it just stuck.

When we had Spike he was just beautiful. I was a teacher, so I had a summer break and my kids were eight and four, so I'd watch them when my husband was gone and he'd watch them when I was gone. He was a really good boy. He was our little shadow. He slept wherever we were. When we would be at the house or the school, he was just always right next to us. He loved his dad and he was daddy's boy.


My husband and I were about to get a divorce, and my oldest daughter came home from school, and my younger daughter was sick. My son's dog came into the kitchen and tried to bite my daughter. I knew if my daughter started crying my son would be coming home, and if my son came home we were all going to be arrested, and so I went upstairs and hid under the bed and my husband called the police. But when I came back out, the police were there, and the dog was dead.


If I was going to die or if I was going to take a bullet, I want my dogs to be with me. I want them to die with me, and I want them to die happy.


When I bought my daughter's first dog, her name was Daisy. When she had puppies, she had seven of them. We lost a bunch of them because they died, but I never did anything to hurt them. And she loved them. I told her that we were all

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