Tonight our dog snapped at my 1 year old nephew.
It all happened so quick. The dog was working on his bone, and baby Nay toddled over and innocently reached for the bone.
That quick, R2 let out a ferocious snarl and snapped at the baby's hand, missing it by the slimmest possible margin.
My sister, understandably, burst into tears and Howard scolded the dog and locked him up. Unfortunately we are left to deal with this problem.
We work all day, and my sister and nephew are here with the dog. There's no way we can leave the dog alone with them. And this isn't the first time R2 has shown aggression. I love his loyalty, but it's not controllable. He growls at strangers while we're walking him, and sometimes lunges towards other walkers. We just can't let that go on. Tonight was the last straw.
Seeing that dog's muzzle that close to the tiny baby's arm just broke something in me. Of course I love my dog, but I can't ever see that again. I just thank God R2 didn't finish through, or connect, or whatever. I would never forgive myself.
So we have all cried, but the decision has been made. Tomorrow morning Howard will take R2 to a no-kill shelter. I don't know what will happen to him, and it's awful but I have to make the best choice for our family.
Jade's absolutely heartbroken, Luke's depressed and doesn't know why, and I've been crying for an hour.
What an awful day.