Buddy

I woke up to Buddy growling and my dad yelling at him. I fall back asleep and I'm woken up by my dad calling a family meeting. I instantly knew what was happening. We never have family meetings.

Buddy has been growling at us, showing his teeth, becoming more aggressive, bit one of my cousins and almost bit my mom today (didn't break the skin but there was a mark) so my parents have decided to surrender him and put him up for adoption. We've been trying to teach him for over a year to not be so aggressive, not growl as much, and know that we are above him, but he never learned. He thinks in a pack mentality that my dad is #1, he is #2, and the rest of us are #3, #4, and #5. It was just a matter of time before he bit one of us and we would have to put him down.

As much as I love him and this makes me sad, I'm not gonna fight it.We're not putting him down because he would be great for one person (he barely gives my dad any problems) and not a family like ours.

I just said goodbye to him and saw him drive off. I feel like I've gone through more tissues today than I have the past two weeks that I've been sick. This has been really hard for me today since it happened so quickly.

Good news is that we're getting a puppy as soon as possible. As sad as it is to see him go, I know it's the best decision and I understand why we're doing it. It's been a good 2 years, Buddy. I'll miss you. Hopefully you can find a better home.