Devil Dog

Let me start by saying, my dad's girlfriend gets whatever she wants. If she doesn't get it she finds ways to punish my dad endlessly. Diane is an animal lover. She had a room full of rabbits when I first met her. She had some personal issues and wasn't able to take care of them and had to get rid of them. When she was better she was determined she could convince my dad to get her a dog.

My dad had decided long ago, that if he ever got a dog, he wanted a big, mean dog, that loved him, but would sit next to him and growl at people if they came near him. After my mom got our little dogs, he decided he wanted a big dog, a great dane. He told Diane that he wanted to rescue one because he figured there was no chance that the SPCA would ever have a great dane.

Diane would buy my dad collars and leashes for Christmas, with tag's on them that said "Loring's Dog." [Loring is my dad, pronounced like boring, but with an L] One day, Diane is going to the SPCA because they recently got some horses and Diane wanted to take them hay. My dad knows the area, and told her there was no way she was going without a small arsenal, so my dad went with. While there he asked if they had any great danes, and in fact, they got one the day before, and my dad took him home, and named him Gunner.

Now that my dad had his dream dog he was happy, but Diane wanted a dog too. While on one of the many vacations, in the Virgin Islands, Diane saw a dog that she wanted. My dad wouldn't let her bring it home, but after coming home and some tough love, Diane convinced my dad to let her have the dog. The dog was a while dog, an outdoor dog. It had a pack of dogs that it stayed with and fought with. They were never inside, but had a house that fed them.

Not to long after my dad gave in again, and as usual, which I only think is good, if I'm the one reaping the benefits; arrangements were made to get the dog. My dad flew both of my brothers to the Virgin Islands to get the dog and bring it home. The dog did not do well in house. It had a giant cage for when it was home alone, and after attacking various family members, he spent most of his time outback.

His name was Sprout, and then, it was Sprocket. Sprocket seemed loving an innocent, he was lay his head on the fence and whimper like he wanted you close, and wanted you to pet him and give him lovies. The second you came in his range, his kind demeanor changed, and he was doing his best to bite you. My dad has scars and scabs from where the dog has bit him, and Sprout only seems to love Diane. Just the other day when I was over he almost took my arm off, and if he hadn't been held back on a leash, he probably would have.

Only days after Sprocket attacked me, he attacked someone else at a dog training class. He also did it in front of a lot of people, and hurt the person. Now, he is considered "a vicious and dangerous dog" and has to be put down. Ironically, I was saying to Jil, days before, that I thought that he would attack someone and have to get put down. On top of the fact the Diane is already a mess about the whole thing; on top of the fact that they have to put it down; they have to get it's head cut off. The only way to test the dog for rabies is to test the brain tissue. It's really a shame, and that dog is the devil, I feel bad that he has to get put down, because he could be enjoying himself with the rest of his pack in the Virgin Islands.