A few weeks ago, my father (my abuser) called me and told me to throw his cats out on the street. He said he was getting a new couch and he didn't want the cats to scratch it up. So he thought abandoning them was the best option. Well, I didn't throw the cats out. He's already thrown one out who never came back. Then, he threw out the other girl cat and I kept letting her back in, because she kept coming to the door. He kept throwing her out whenever he came over. She still comes to the door, so I started feeding her. The male cat is still inside.

Well, I don't know when he got this puppy, but he only brought him over three weeks ago just to visit. But a few days later, my grandparents brought the puppy over. My father called and said I'd only be watching him for that one night. Well, he didn't come back until about a week later and the dog didn't have any food for two days. Then, he was acting like he was going to take him. He had his leash on him and everything, but then he sat down and acted like he was thinking. He said he didn't know if he should take the dog and I just said okay he can stay. He knew I was already having a hard time with the dog. The dog, for one thing always bothers my son, who is now 18 months old. He nips at him, jumps on him, pushes him down, take his food, and takes his toys. He also bites my feet if I have them on the floor when i'm sitting down. He bits my hair and pulls it if I ever sit on the floor. I don't anymore. But I constintly have to yell at him to leave my son alone. I have to push him away and tackle him down, because he tries to attack my son (only in a playful way now, but I fear when he gets older he'll really hurt him). My father says that my son just needs to learn that he's bigger than the dog. In a few months the dog will tower over him!!

Well the second week, he got even worse. He started tearing up the back of the new couch that my father wanted to throw the cats out because of. He gets into the garbage and tears up dirty diapers. Those are just his favorite. He tears up anything in his reach. Well, one day, I was trying to feed him and he put his head directly in the bowl and wouldn't move, so most of the food went all over the floor. So my toddler, goes and picks up the food and puts it in the bowl. The puppy started growling and barking like crazy, like he was going to really attack and hurt my son, who was just trying to help. So I picked up my son and took the dogs bowl away from him.

Then, I looked up about what kind of dog this is, to really just to see if he was a good dog to be around kids. He's a border collie and blue heeler mix. I watched a video about border collies and blue heelers (Australian Cattle Dogs). The video about border collies said that they are one good with kids if their needs are met. Their needs being to herd and be in a big yard, preferably a farm. We live with in a trailer that has no fence, so he cannot run around outside. So it's pretty much like an apartment, and they are not supposed to be apartment dogs. They said if their needs don't get met, they will try to herd the family, by biting their feet and destroy everything you own. Well, the blue heeler video was even worse. The border collies were bred to herd sheep. The blue heelers were bred to herd cattle! To make them that aggressive to do the job, they bred border collies with dingoes! Then they bred the offspring with dalmations to get their spotted coated. In this video the blue heeler was biting the cows on their noses. And the person said blue heelers are known for their quick bite! Gee, that's a great dog to be around a toddler!

Well, Easter night my father brought the dog back to his girlfriend's place (yeah they got back together, probably because he was stalking her and making her feel guilty for leaving him, the last one actually called the police when he tried to do that). Anyway, he brought the dog back over the next night. The dog's been here ever since. I'm really so glad that my father bought this Turner & Hooch dog and then realized he couldn't handle it and then abandoned it with me so he could terrorize me and my son.

I know that I have everyright to be mad at my father for everything he has done. But do I really have a right to be mad at the dog? I feel like I never even gave the dog a chance. I liked him that one day he brought him just to visit, but about two days after my father left him here with me, I just don't even want to look at him. Whenever he gets to be too much, I just put him in the bathroom, because I can't deal with him play attacking my son all the time and my son can't deal with it. Not to mention, when my husband found out about the dog, he freaked out, because he's afraid of dogs and afraid for him to be around my son. He begged me to keep him away from him. I think that has influenced my opinion of the dog also, and also the fact that I had just learned months ago that dogs were used to kill and eat my husband's and my son's ancestors. But the main problem I think is that I'm directing my anger toward my father toward his dog. I might have reason to be angry at the dog, but I just wish that I could at least have the compassion I've had for every other dog toward this one.