<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d8656396630431427054\x26blogName\x3dThe+Kool-Aid+Chronicles\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://koolaidchronicles.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://koolaidchronicles.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d65161397851291173', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Thursday, February 12, 2009

it's a sad day in the Koolio household

Right now I'm mad. Mad because I should be thrilled to pieces over my son and the rest of his 6th grade basketball team became the league champions this evening but it's what happened afterwards that has my insides doing flip flops.

You see this evening, Jasper attacked Schwartz for the last time. This time, he drew blood. Right now, Schwartz is contemplating a chew toy, while his stomach and ear drip blood. And I'm so mad right now...well, I don't think there are words to accurately describe how I feel right now.

I'm beyond furious at Jasper because this has happened every single fucking day since we adopted him. Clearly, this dog is not good with other dogs and/or cats as we were told. I'm mad at myself for allowing it to continue and everyday thinking it would get better. Obviously, it has only gotten only worse. And despite the tremendous agony and guilt I feel over this decision, I know it's for the best. I will tell you more about this situation sometime in the next day or so when I've had time to calm down.

My kids understand that this is no longer two dogs having a spat and they know that Schwartz's safety is now involved. So tomorrow, Jasper is going back to the shelter, Schwartz is going to the vet where he will probably need stitches for something and antibiotics to help him heal and I will hopefully be in a better mood to tell you all about my son's basketball championship and why big mouths and basketball moms don't go hand-in-hand.

Until then...

Labels: , ,

4 Comments:

Blogger WavyDavy said...

You gave it your best shot. Nobody can fault you for that. Jasper got a chance he may never have had if it wasn't for you. I understand it's hard, but don't beat yourself up about it.

Congrats to your son's team!

February 13, 2009 at 7:09 AM  
Blogger Bird Shit and Baby Caca said...

awe poor Schwartz!

February 13, 2009 at 8:28 AM  
Blogger Leave It To Cleavage said...

I'm sorry to hear that. It doesn't sound like Jasper was a good fit. Sometimes the conflict arises because it's two males and they're fighting for alpha status, or more like one is fighting for it. You might be better off with a male and female, they won't realize that they're both fixed and spend their time trying to win each other over.
But that said, I'm so sorry for you and the kids, as I'm sure it will be a sad day. We'll be thinking of you guy.

February 13, 2009 at 6:12 PM  
Blogger Attila The Mom said...

It's a sad decision, but I agree it's the right one. :-(

Poor Schwartz (I just love that name)!

And congrats to the kid!

February 14, 2009 at 3:43 PM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home