Saturday was a happy sad day for us!
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But first, let me give you the back story. We got Reese, a "rottweiler" and queensland heeler puppy, when she was only eight weeks old. We adopted her from a family who couldn't keep her any longer! We loved her and we were so overjoyed to finally have the love that a dog brings, back into our lives. And then, as Reese got older a couple things became apparent. (1) She was not a rottweiler. (2) She was VERY high energy. (3) She was a herder. (4) We were really struggling to train her. Let me first say that I have NEVER EVER given up on any dog that we've ever adopted (and Reese was our fourth dog!), but it became really apparent VERY quickly, that not only was Reese not making us very happy, we weren't making HER very happy. We discovered she was actually a German Shepard and when combining the German Shepard with the heeler, it made her a complete herder. Normally that wouldn't be a big problem - especially since we don't have other animals for her to herd. But, we have kids. And she herded them constantly. Anyone who spent longer than five minutes at our house, saw how crazy it was. She'd bite the kids' toes and grab ahold of their arms and physically move them together. Every. Minute. Of. The. Day.
I'd actually have to wake up early, get the kids one-by-one out of their room, and carry them downstairs, where they'd stand on the chairs, far away from Reese. Because, if I didn't, she'd bite their feet (hard) and run around and try to get them to form a circle. Then, after breakfast, I'd have to carry them outside to the garage one-by-one, so that then Reese wouldn't get them again. This happened every single day, every second of the day. It was so stressful.
We, initially, thought we could train some of it out of her and signed her up for training class. But it became even more apparent that as long as we had kids, there were some things we weren't going to be able to train out of her at home. She was so smart and would pick up everything instantly at class! And if I took her to the park by myself, man-oh-man she was just so smart and quick! But the second we'd go back home and our four-year-old twins would scream and do all the wrong things, Reese would be right back to herding them. Connor would cry every morning, every afternoon, and every evening. The twins would climb on furniture to get her away from her and Isabella would wail as she'd still try to jump on the couch to bite her feet. Aiden would scream if she even looked at him across the room (MAMA, REESE IS LOOKING LIKE SHE'S GOING TO BITE ME!). It was insane.
She is such a smart dog, but she had more energy than what we could handle. And, suddenly, I had an epiphany. I was trying to make it work with her for MY benefit, not hers. Maybe she'd be happier somewhere else. So I talked to a few people and found a German Shepard Rescue foundation that would be willing to adopt her out for a fee. And then I was telling my sister and her boyfriend about it all and they suggested they do a trial adoption of her! I was elated and thrilled because they have an acre of land and no kids and knew she'd be so much happier there. And, selfishly, the kids would still get to see her.
It's still early on - because we only dropped her off Sunday, but so far she is loving her sister, Khaleesi, and her brother Symba and is definitely loving all the land she has to run around on.
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We'll definitely miss the love and excitement she brought to our lives.