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She started displaying signs of aggression toward my dog. My dog has been around plenty of rowdy puppies, but she has never cowered in a corner before. Reese (old dog) refuses to come when called and hides with her tail between her legs. The aggression has increased, regardless of what I've tried. New dog is very possessive of me, which causes the aggression.
 
I suspected it must be something like that. Animals thrown together do not always mesh. People often imagine, 'Oh that's going to be fun! New friends for everyone!' And it does work out sometimes. Credit for trying - truly.

But sometimes animals are animals.

Just ask my sister and her two cats that were thrown together with her now-husband's two cats.

It didn't work at the start and it never got better.
 
Some folks from work said, "Don't you think you should give it more time?" That would be awesome, but I had 30 days for the trial run to see how it would work and it's only getting worse. The dog trainer I spoke to yesterday said, "Two bitches...you can't have two bitches in the same house." Well, there are three and the head bitch said you gots to go.

In all seriousness, it is heartbreaking because she is so sweet. I think she'll make a wonderful addition to a single dog family.
 
Ehh, it's not a hard and fast rule. I know an example right off the top of my head of a new bitch being introduced into a house that already had a bitch - and everyone got along great forever.

But you get a couple of incompatible bitches . . .



It's fun to talk about bitches like this.
 
Harriet Tubman (born Araminta Harriet Ross; 1820 – March 10, 1913) was an African-American abolitionist, humanitarian, and Union spy during the American Civil War. Born into slavery, Tubman escaped and subsequently made more than thirteen missions to rescue more than 70 slaves[1] using the network of antislavery activists and safe houses known as the Underground Railroad. She later helped John Brown recruit men for his raid on Harpers Ferry, and in the post-war era struggled for women's suffrage.
As a child in Dorchester County, Maryland, Tubman was beaten by masters to whom she was hired out. Early in her life, she suffered a severe head wound when hit by a heavy metal weight. The injury caused disabling seizures, narcoleptic attacks, headaches, and powerful visionary and dream experiences, which occurred throughout her life. A devout Christian, Tubman ascribed the visions and vivid dreams to revelations from God.
In 1849, Tubman escaped to Philadelphia, then immediately returned to Maryland to rescue her family. Slowly, one group at a time, she brought relatives out of the state, and eventually guided dozens of other slaves to freedom. Traveling by night, Tubman (or "Moses", as she was called) "never lost a passenger".[2] Large rewards were offered for the return of many of the fugitive slaves, but no one then knew that Tubman was the one helping them. When the Southern-dominated Congress passed the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, requiring law officials in free states to aid efforts to recapture slaves, she helped guide fugitives farther north into Canada, where slavery was prohibited.
When the American Civil War began, Tubman worked for the Union Army, first as a cook and nurse, and then as an armed scout and spy. The first woman to lead an armed expedition in the war, she guided the Combahee River Raid, which liberated more than 700 slaves in South Carolina. After the war, she retired to the family home in Auburn, New York, where she cared for her aging parents. She became active in the women's suffrage movement in New York until illness overtook her. Near the end of her life, she lived in a home for elderly African Americans that she had helped found years earlier.
 
I think I'll stick to one dog. I am going to bring the bitch back today.


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Dropping the dog off at the Humane Shelter was truly traumatizing for me. It was definitely one of those times that I wish I had someone else to do something for me.

I get out of the car and I have the dog on a leash. She was pulling pretty bad and, the next thing I know, there goes the dog running down the middle of Savannah across a busy road. Everyone in the shelter came running out to try to get her (I called them earlier in the day to let them know I was coming). The dog freaked and stopped in the middle of the road. There were several close calls. She started running again and ran to a grassy area and peed. She heard me calling her (and everyone else) and came running back to me. She is pretty attached to me. So, now I feel like an asshole returning a dog that just wants to be loved. Some old lady stopped me and told me to take better care of my dog. I received many disapproving looks from the staff.

I was fighting tears when we finally made it in the shelter. They immediately brought her back to a pen and I filled out paperwork until they told me to go. Lost it in the parking lot. I really feel like a complete failure.

Thank goodness for my mother on the other end of the phone (while I'm sobbing) to tell me, "I told you not to get another dog. You can't handle two dogs.' Thanks, mom.