My daughter’s dog, Mocha, left us today. The final straw was this:
This is what happens when you leave Mocha alone for a few hours without locking her in a kennel or a room. The vet refers to this as “Separation Anxiety” but my husband refers to this as “A One-Way Ticket Out.”
I took her to the Humane Society today. I haven’t quit crying yet. Despite her destructive behaviors, she was a sweet, playful dog with a lot of potential. Unfortunately, she needs to be in a home where there is a lot of attention and discipline. That requires time. Our family is never home, most especially the daughter to whom Mocha actually belonged.
It wasn’t for lack of trying – believe me. I spent $600 on one training program, $1,200 on another. We used a shock collar, a crate (the kind made for big dogs, not the wooden kind), and verbal commands. She’s a smart dog. She can do all the things we trained her to do, but unfortunately, if you don’t stay on her all the time, she looks for ways to stay busy. So I had to be the bad guy and drive her to the Humane Society. This whole event has been enough to convince me that I may never get another pet after the remaining two have passed on.
If you would, please, offer a small prayer on behalf of Mocha that the right family will find her and give her a good home.