The End

It's over. Jax will no longer be a part of our family. And this is terribly sad to me.

We rescheduled the dog guy to come out yesterday afternoon to work with us and both dogs. Sunday Mr. Sparky and I got into a lovely discussion about using money saved for adoption on the dogs after people had given us money for the ADOPTION. I've been against the idea of using the money, but seeing Mr. Sparky's face at the thought of giving Jax away was too much. Thankfully at bible study Sunday night a good friend with some serious wisdom talked to Mr. Sparky about the situation. That is what caused the friendly discussion and the cancellation of the dog guy.

We found out a friend of ours trains dogs (I knew that, I just forgot) and she said she would be willing to work with us. Unfortunately it wasn't in the cards for that to work out.

The dogs were fine all day until I got home tonight. Jax got a little testy with Austin over something (again, there is no visual cue for us to see what sets Jax off) and so I put him on the leash to keep near me while making dinner. Mr. Sparky had to into work early tonight so I was alone. A few times this happened and I was able to nip it in the butt. But for some reason Jax lost his shit and went after Austin. This time Austin fought back and wouldn't let go. I was terrified, in tears, trying to pull these two 65 pound dogs apart. That's when Jax came after me.

The end. No more. I cannot handle this. In fact, I am still shaking and it's been over an hour since it happened. Thinking about it makes me cry. I'm not hurt, just a few scratches and more scared than anything. Especially since Mr. Sparky won't be home until 2:00 this morning.

I put Jax outside to cool off and all he did was bark for 30 straight minutes. I went to let him in (usually they are ok after a snit and some time apart) and for some reason grabbed Jaxs' collar before he came through the door. It was a good thing. Austin was about five feet from the door and Jax went after him again. I tried my best to keep myself between them and not get hurt and at the same time get Jax into his kennel in our room.

I called our friend who was going to help us and she said no way, this dog needs to be out of the house. She gave me the number of a local place that will test him to see if he is trainable or if he has to be put down. I hate this. I don't want him to be put down. He has the sweetest demeanor when he isn't all psycho. I know in my head that this is what we have to do, but it is so sad to think about.

I hope they can train him - he deserves a loving home if they can. He really is the cutest thing ever.