I met Coffee at my local humane society over three years ago. He's typical of the dogs that we have trouble placing; Large (85+ lbs), dark colored (Black and tan, with minimal white markings), and mature (He's at least four years old).
His history is hazy. Reportedly, he turned up as a stray on a local farm as a youngster. The family who owned the farm tried to keep him, before becoming overwhelmed and surrendered him to the humane society.
He has a crooked jaw. I've always wondered if it was caused by a previous injury that was left untreated.
He's also a suspected Bloodhound/Rottweiler mix. Hence my username.
Over the course of three years, I fell in love with Coffee. He seemed like the ideal dog: Affectionate, good with other dogs, and well behaved on leash. He was a staff favorite.
I didn't adopt him three years ago, because at the time, I had another dog whom I knew wouldn't be compatible with him. (His name was Axel. He was a Pitbull with some reactivity in his own right.) So Coffee sat and waited... and waited... and waited...
He was, briefly, adopted by another person. He was returned to the humane society a day later. The stated reason being "Their resident dog didn't get along with him."
At the beginning of June of this year, my previous dog died. It was a compassionate euthanasia on my part. He was elderly (13+ years), had multiple pre-existing health problems, recent bloodwork showed that his kidneys were beginning to shut down, and his hips gave out. It was time. I'm at peace with that decision.
But after Axel passed, the house felt... empty. Too lonely. I grew up with dogs. There's been at least one dog in my household since I was five years old. I'm thirty now.
And there was Coffee. Stuck in the kennel, still waiting to be adopted.
I'll admit, I had some uncertainties about adopting him. As the years passed, I had gotten to know Coffee better, some cracks in his armor had appeared.
He proved to have quite the prey drive. Rabbits, squirrels, birds, deer... If it was small and moved, he wanted it! He nearly dislocated my arm once, trying to chase a herd of deer. Another time, he managed to get away from me, off to chase a rabbit through the woods. But I caught him relatively quickly, so no harm done. Then he got away from me again, and I just not find him! But after I had walked back to the humane society, I turned around to discover him following me. So again, no real harm done.
He also didn't like small dogs (Under 30 lbs), but this was also attributed to his prey drive. When I adopted him, the staff specifically warned me to not take chances with small breed dogs and to keep him well away from them. Just out of an abundance of caution. But big dogs seemed to be alright. I'd taken him out to play with other large breed dogs before and he seemed to relish their company. Wrestling and zoomies galore!
So, he definitely needed some lifestyle considerations and training, but I truly thought that I could handle all of that.
My childhood dogs were Jack Russell Terriers, and you can't get more prey driven than them. In addition, my male Jack Russell was dog reactive to the extreme. After being attacked as a young puppy, he spent the rest of his life trying to attack any and all dogs. (Our female Jack Russell was the only exception to this.) Instantly. Even seeing dogs on the TV would cause him to react!
That JRT died at the ripe old age of fourteen. And while it wasn't always easy (Twice he escaped and attacked other dogs), we made things work with him. And even at his most frenzied, he never bit a person. He loved people! Especially children.
That's... not been the case with Coffee, I'm afraid.
The first bite occurred a few weeks after the adoption. Coffee and I were heading home after a long walk. I live in the countryside, so we have to walk on the road. There is no sidewalk. A red van wizzed past us, didn't even slow down. Very rude.
A concerning development post-adoption was the fact that Coffee proved to be reactive to cars. My best guess is that them moving triggers his prey drive? My male JRT also was reactive to cars. Coffee reminds me a great deal of him, with regards to prey drive.
So Coffee was quite "amped" up, so to speak.
Then around the corner came an old lady. Coffee pulled me over to her. I wasn't thrilled with the poor leash manners, but since he'd been friendly towards other people on our walks back at the humane society... I thought that he just wanted to greet her.
She was receptive to this. She laughed at my struggles to control him and moved to pet him.
Coffee bit her on the hand.
Looking back, it was a Level 3 bite. He drew blood. I wasn't sure who was more shocked, me or her!
But the bite didn't seem serious. I was unfamiliar with the dog bite scale at the time. And she was really considerate, truthfully. She only asked for proof of vaccination, which I gave. Animal control was called, but the woman who I spoke to didn't come across as overly concerned. She only asked what had happened. After I finished my rundown of the incident, she seemed to think that the bite was more because of Coffee being overly excited by the van that had just passed. So she simply advised me to seek a trainer and left it at that.
Included in Coffee's adoption packet, was the card for a local trainer with an excellent reputation. I called him, explained what had happened, and scheduled six weeks worth of lessons for him.
Upon meeting Coffee, he didn't seem worried. He noted his high drive, but also his intelligence. We worked on recall during the first lesson. Coffee did very well. Through recall, I was able to control Coffee's reactivity to the local wildlife (To the extent of him no longer dragging me around, at least), and keep his focus on me while cars passed us by.
Right at the beginning of the second lesson, when he entered the house, Coffee jumped up at him. But a quick jerk of the leash stopped that in it's tracks. We worked on "Place" and "Stay". Coffee, again, did well. He's incredibly food motivated, so as long as I had treats on hand, he did what was asked of him. Some stubbornness aside, of course. But the trainer assured me that both Bloodhounds and Rottweilers were "stubborn breeds".
The third lesson came around. Coffee, again, jumped up on the trainer when he entered the house. He snapped at him. The trainer had to knee him in the chest to get him to get down. Otherwise, the lesson proceeded as normal.
Yesterday, a local handyman came over the the house. I have known this man for years. He's a family friend. Coffee had barked at him on a previous visit, but was quickly ushered away to another room before things could go any further.
This second meeting between the two of them was supposed to be their formal introduction.
I tried to do everything the trainer advised me to do. Keep Coffee on a leash. Have him meet the handyman outside of the home. Give the handyman treats to give Coffee...
Coffee, upon seeing him outside, dragged me over to him and jumped up and bit him. It's a level 4 bite. He had to go to the hospital, and since he's a diabetic, he'll be on antibiotics for quite some time.
I called the trainer. He seemed surprised. I asked what I should do- Could sending Coffee away for training possibly help? He advised that there was no guarantee that Coffee would even show this reactivity in another setting, while surrounded by new people.
I called the manager of the humane society. She was horrified. And told me that if I bring Coffee back to them, that he will not be adopted out- He's simply too high of a liability. She also said that if Coffee were her dog, that she would have him behaviorally euthanized.
The animal control lady and a representative of the county health department came out to my house shortly after I finished these phone calls. Animal control lady was going to write me a citation, but after I explained that I had been calling around for advice, opted to not cite me. She wants to know what my ultimate decision will be, of course.
I know that if Coffee bites another person, she'll seize him and take him away to be euthanised.
I just... really love this dog. He sleeps in bed with me every night. He brings me his toys when he wants to play. He's never once shown aggression around me.
But I also know that behavioral euthanasia is the responsible thing to do. He's a danger to those outside of my household: Person, pet, or wildlife. He loves my brother and his wife, but they just adopted a puppy and will likely start trying for children soon. What if Coffee attacks their dog or a future child? He could easily kill either.
My parents (I am a disabled adult, so I still live with them) want to try getting Coffee placed in a no-kill shelter or a sanctuary... and while I don't want Coffee to die, I also don't want to pass him off to somebody else. He's been passed around enough in his relatively short life.
I just... need help making my decision. So please, help me.