Welcome to the World of Prejudice
I have had my dog since she was a puppy. She comes from a litter of no less than nine dogs, but one of them did not make it because it was very small. Our dog was immediately my favorite one from the litter, small, fluffy and present.
Finally I was allowed to pick up my dog
I can remember it as if it was yesterday, when I could finally pick her up. She was sitting on my lap and staring at me with innocent eyes as you only see them in animals and very small children. It is the reflection of an innocent soul. I see that and, thank God, a lot of people who appreciate the love between a person and an animal will understand that this is special.
My dog turned out to have a nasty condition. Not by recklessly breeding with everything that could be produced to earn as much money as possible in a short time. Even after carefully selecting and excluding as many health problems as possible from the parent dogs, it is possible that one dog is the only one out of a litter. Pure bad luck. Now this dog, despite the bad luck, had to be born with an underdeveloped hip joint, luckily that she ended up with us. Because after a medical examination by a veterinarian and then a specialist, the conclusion was that this dog had the worst scenario and the dog would not have a pleasant life. Putting her to sleep seemed the best option, everyone thought. Everybody except our own faithful old vet who is about eighty years old.
Did we know this for sure?
While our dog was already lying on his table with three beautiful puppy paws and an underdeveloped foot, our doctor asked if we knew for sure. When asked if we had a choice, he answered with a yes. We had to swim with our dog. Swimming, swimming and swimming again. Developing muscles that would keep the whole thing together nicely. That is why we decided to drive out every single day to go swimming with her.
In a wetsuit I stood in a lake, my hands folded around her little belly, reassuring her. The panic in her eyes was very clear and she struggled not to sink. After a few days she trusted me that I would help her if she would not be able to herself and swam confidently next to me. I cried like a toddler, I was so proud of her. It took at least a year before her leg was as thick as her other three legs but she could walk again and eventually even run and play.
Our dog is so happy at home, she plays and runs and gets a lot of our attention. She is insecure outside when she is wearing a collar. She then jumps to other dogs and pretends to be very dangerous. Some people find that scary and say very ugly things about her. Our dog, when she runs free with all kinds of stray dogs, just loves to play with everyone. Our dog sometimes goes to a place full of dogs, also very large dogs, which makes our dog look super small. There are also dogs that are smaller than her. In the beginning she only had her tail down and ears flat, unsure she walked through the large dog park. In the meantime she understands all the rules and plays with everything and everyone. I am happy for her that she is still alive, that she has been given a second chance.
When she last went ugly to another dog on the leash, owner said that he was going to kick my dog to death. Even while he knew that my dog would never injure another dog and even play if they had a chance to run together. Our dog is always escaping, the owner’s remark cut me right through my heart and soul. Death kicks … I cannot understand. Our dog is very often bitten by a Stabyhoun, once her whole cheek was open and it took weeks before it healed. Our dog did not bite back then but had become very scared. The owner of this dog and I never told each other that we would kick each other’s dogs afterwards. We understand that one behavior sometimes provokes the other and that sometimes a wound can occur. In this case, my dog was the victim. The dogs now just pass each other and my dog stays away from the neighbor. They understood each other. I love my dog, just like most people also love other dogs. It is really true but a few who do not care about animals who do not mind that their dog injures another dog or worse, kills. These are very extreme cases that I would also like to see a solution for.
What strikes me is that in nine out of ten serious cases it is a dog of people who really understand the behavior of both humans and animals alike. Not adjusted people with an attitude of lick my cardigan. Who do not want to say sorry if an injury has been caused by their animal, or even worse, always blaming the other person. And no specific people can be identified for this. I have often been pleasantly greeted by a tattooed man with a stafford and by a frightened woman neatly addressed if I wanted to touch my dog because she is so scared and therefore her dog is going to do so weird which might cause a fight. That is the only thing that works. Normal communication! Do not point, do not scream, do not threaten, solve. Are you afraid? Give that to! Are you not sure what your dog is doing? Give that to! Does someone meet you with a leash? Train your dog! Say sorry when there is something, find out where it comes through.
My happy dog
I look at my little dog who is content to sleep beside me. I stroke her sore leg and thank God on my bare knees that she is still there. The fact that someone wants to kick her just because they are afraid of my dog I find very bad. Partly because my dog has never injured anyone or anything. That my dog is being bitten is not in the newspaper either. Do you already see the headline in front of you? A Rottweiler terrorized by a Stabyhoun? Nobody finds spectacular enough.
I hear everyone think now. Yes, our dog with the fawn eyes, and the broken leg, that once was in the palm of my hand and actually would love to sit on your lap every day, is a rottweiler. Do you interpret the story differently? Is that the case, or not? Welcome to the world of prejudice. And be careful with what you say to other people because you never know when you push a good person over the edge. Be kind to each other!
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