I am having a very bad week. I have something so upsetting going on that I need to share and get some support. Forgive the long post. I have a story.
My husband and son went on a well deserved vacation down to Palm Desert this week to do some hiking, cooking, relaxing and sight seeing. Ahren is on Spring Break from Cal Poly and needs some kind of a reward for working his b... off all quarter. So, they took off and left me with Ozzie and Sophie.
I haven't talked about it too much here, because I keep thinking things will change, but things haven't been going all that well since we added Sophie to our family. She is a fabulous dog, and we love her to pieces. 95% of the time she is loving, affectionate, funny and obedient. She can tug on my bathrobe ties and I tell her "no!" and she quits. She will fetch, loves to play in the water, plays silly games of keep away, and is completely an adorable sweet little dog. She loves to snuggle with me in the morning, as I have posted about recently. The remaining 5% of the time she makes Ozzie's life (and the rest of the family's) Hell.
Here is the problem in a nut shell. Ozzie is an enthusiastic, excitable guy. When he has a toy or sees another dog, he gets frisky and happy and kind of crazy. When that happens, Sophie attacks him and tries to kill him. If Ozzie gets stimulated, she tries to knock it out of him if it is the last thing she does. We thought if we had her spayed it would change things. It hasn't.
We have had some really terrible dog fights. So many of us in the family have gotten bitten trying to break up their fights. My nephew who has a heart condition, got bitten trying to break up a fight and had to go to the emergency room. Of course the hospital had to report it and then both Ozzie and Sophie had to be under quarantine for 10 days. This was at Christmas. My daughter Sara's dog Remy was one of Sophie's victims, and she says they won't be back as long as we have Sophie. My husband has gotten bitten really badly and I have gotten it twice, which was lesson enough for me to have "DO NOT TRY TO BREAK UP A DOG FIGHT" tattooed on my forehead. I have one of those black spots on my thumb nail that will take a year to grow out. A perfect Sophie tooth mark. Ozzie, my love, has gotten the worst of it all around. He is her target. She always wins, always gets the best of him, because he doesn't fight back at the same intensity she has. The only reason he is alive is because she has seen fit to spare him for another day.
On my way home from work yesterday I got the misguided notion to stop at Target and pick up a couple of dog toys as a reward for my pups for being good guys while Daddy is away. I chose a little rabbit and a little chipmunk that were made by the American Kennel Association. I gave them to Ozzie and Sophie when I got home and we were all playing in the family room. Out of nowhere, with no warning what so ever, Sophie lunged at Ozzie and they were in an all out brawl in a heartbeat. I never saw anything coming. I shouted, I pleaded, I offered treats (I know, I know), and then I whacked them with a broom to make them go outside.
I called my husband, who was 500 miles away, in tears, asking what to do. "Spray them with the hose!" he said. I sprayed them with the hose to try and make them stop fighting and they retreated to the rose garden which soon got very muddy. When they moved back onto the lawn in their weird two footed dance of death, I sprayed them again, trying to break up the melee.
Unbeknown-st to me, the back door was ajar, and they moved into the house. Into my family room. They got mud and water all over everything and knocked over a table before I could get them out again. I had to just let them fight it out. Stopping it was beyond me. I was so afraid I would get bitten. "Don't stick your hands into the midst of a dog fight" was the voice I kept hearing in my mind.
Finally, after trashing the family room and giving me a good case of hysterics, they seemed to be getting tired. One of the bravest things I have ever done was to drop a towel over Sophie, grab her and pop her into her kennel. It was over. It had gone on for 30 minutes. I am not exaggerating.
Ozzie, as usual, got the worst of it. He had at least two really horrible puncture wounds. and I mean like an eighth of an inch wide. He was bleeding, in shock, and in pain. I checked him over as best I could and applied antibiotic cream to his wounds and locked him in my bedroom Then I gave Sophie a good going over. Aside for her ears having some bite marks (not deep) and a scratch under her eye, she seemed ok. I held her and wrapped her in a towel until she was dry and then put her out in the garage.
Most of my attention went to Ozzie because he was really hurt. He bled all over my husband's favorite pillow... Oh well. We somehow got through the night, but he was trembling by my side the entire night through.
In the morning, I drove Sophie over to the Wild Things kennel where we have boarded them in the past. My husband can deal with her when he gets home on Saturday. I obviously am unable to manage her and Ozzie at the same time.
Ozzie had to go to the Animal Hospital for the day. He was shaved, anointed with antibiotics, and given pain meds. I brought him home and all he wants to do is lie on the couch in the family room, but he can't jump up on it because he is in too much pain.
What have we done to him? He is the best dog in the world. We had the thought that he needed a companion and it has worked out in the worst possible way.
The problem is, now we love Sophie too. The vet said we have two choices. One, send Sophie back to the breeder, which my instincts tell me is the best course to take. Or two, find a really professional dog trainer to come and work with us and the dogs and straighten out the situation. And that is really really expensive. Maybe it is fixable. What a terrible dilemma. I never thought I would have to be faced with "Sophie's Choice" in reality. Ozzie was here first and we foisted his sister off on him, so she would be the one to go.
I just don't know what to do. I am so upset and miserable. Have any of you had success stories of having dogs that didn't' get along in your family who were able to work it out? Is Sophie just mentally deranged? What should we do?