I think we need to put Dobby to sleep.
Jeff and our dog trainer don't think he needs to be put down yet. They think with a new family, he can live a long and happy life.
I think it would be cruel to do that. Both to Dobby and the new family. In order to find a place where he could thrive, he would literally need no kids, no pets, one person, no electronics, nothing that makes weird noises, and a big yard. I guess I could give him to a caveman.
The Weim rescue won't take him. Not without a vet check and a thyroid test. We can't take him to the vet because he tried to bite everyone in the building last time.
I can't send him to the animal shelter. With his list of issues, he shouldn't be adoptable. The people who would take him would probably use him for dog fights or something. If no one did adopt him, they would put him down. I can't stand the idea of Dobby spending his last days thinking I abandonded him.
We can't keep him though. He snapped at me the other day. If he snaps at me, the person he trusts the most, what will he do to someone else?
What will he do to Cate?
He already spends his evenings staring at Cate. Like the washing machine and the TV, she makes noise and moves, so she's worthy of his obsession. It terrifies me, and I spend every evening beyond stressed.
I'm not sure a vet will do this though. Technically, he's never bitten anyone. Without seeing him in action, I don't think a vet would believe the laundry list of problems he has.
Sadly enough, this is the first thing on my to-do list once school is out. Maybe sooner.