I just had this horrible, awful thing happen.
When did my dear, sweet Artie Bloo turn into an utter arse-hole? I've always been able to take this dog anywhere; dog parks, hikes, over-nights with other dogs.
I am beyond upset. I'm still shaking.
I f----g hate squirrels, I f---g hate cats who think my backyard is their highway. I don't think training can help this situation.
Damn-damn-damn that stupid den door for not closing. (The dogs are in the den; that's their hang-out place.)
Artie marched through the kitchen and right into the basement to help himself to the damn cat food. Jimmy the cat (we're babysitting him) came from the second floor down to the first out of curiosity. He was just curious, "What going on?" I was calling Artie to come upstairs from the basement and they spotted each other. Artie whipped around and went from him. Jimmy is pretty fast but Artie was really going for him. This was not playing or chasing; this was I'm going to kill you. I managed to chase him downstairs to the basement as he was going after the cat.
I am ashamed to say it but I had to wack him with my leather folder (which for some odd reason I had in my hand) to get him off the cat. It was f-----g awful
The cat is OK, I checked him. But if anything had happened to him, I would have been devastated. I also probably would have put Artie down. I just can't have a cat killer. It's unacceptable. I have 2 old cats.
Luckily (Thank God) nobody or any animal was hurt, but I am just absolutely shattered. .I've been trying so hard with him and it all just blew up. He's been kind of grumpy with other dogs lately. That stupid year of cancer and recovery has really taken its toll.
It's kind of my fault for not working harder when he and Elke were younger to integrate them with the cats. He's 4 now so I imagine this isn't fixable.
There aren't a lot of people I can tell this to. My all-positive trainer friends would be livid if they knew I damned near wacked Artie into next year.
I just hope the cat isn't traumatized. In his new there are dogs. I have these horrible visions of Jimmy being super afraid of dogs now and him coming back to us for fostering.
(Insert a big string of swear words here.) I think I need a drink and a cigarette. This is NOT a good day to quit. I have to calm down. I have rehearsal tonight.