She wasn't my dog, she was at the shelter where I volunteer..
anyways, we adopted her out to this really nice lady who had a couple kids.
and we never knew she was a biter at all. She was returned on January, 26th, I believe because she bit the lady's son and 2 other people that I believe were kids. So she was returned. and they all were serious bites.
You see, we're not a kill shelter, we just put down unadoptable animals that are bite cases and sick.. which all of the ones we had to put down were court ordered to be pts (bite cases) and we haven't euthanized any, healthy adoptable animal. anyways, I had a connection with Tasha and I bonded with her. I get attached so easily. She was pts yesterday (Monday, January 29th)
this shows how you cannot save them all and it sucks.
Rest in peace, sweet Tasha.. you were loved and I miss you. I haven't stopped thinking of you today. I took these pictures of her
with my camera before she was adopted out.
she was a beautiful, sweet rottie mix and about 6 years old.
her eyes melted my heart.
I feel like I have lost one of my own furbabies.