Six bit Leon yesterday. She was laying on the floor where he was playing. Minh and I were on my computers, and I turned my head in time to see Six growl and snap at Leon. She has arthritis and has had trouble walking lately, so we think Leon just touched her in a way that hurt her. I’m still shocked — I’ve never seen her get aggressive in almost 7 years of knowing her. But old age and pain must have changed her personality to some extent, but even still she seemed to know immediately that she made a mistake.
Leon cried but could be consoled easily. I cried much longer than he did, and literally cycled through all Five Stages of Grief in about 10 minutes. How could she do something like this?! She’s done here; we have to get rid of her. She didn’t mean to do it! She’s been good for all these years and she messed up and now her life is going to change forever! Finally, That’s just what we’ve got to do.
So Six is getting a new home. I’m sad for her, but I don’t want to risk it happening again. She’s a good dog and I’m sure there’s a family out there who can love her who doesn’t have little kids. She was frustrated being confined in our backyard anyway, so maybe it’s for the best.
Meanwhile, Leon’s walking about 75 percent of the time, and he’s getting quite the sense of humor. He chased me through the house today with a onesie; he cackled maniacally when Minh chased him through the house; and this morning he tricked me like he was going to share his food, but shoved it in his mouth and giggled when I held out my hand.