I am agonizing over the Ike situation. I can't stop crying. I realize now that he wasn't a family dog...he was my dog...and I miss him more than I ever thought that I would. I keep listening for the jingle of his tags and it is a lonely walk up the stairs to bed at night without him. I woke Chris up around 4am to talk about this problem and to cry a little bit more. He told me that if it was going to bother me this much, then I should just go and get him back, but that I had to make that decision, not him. And really, I am a terrible decision maker. It was the root of all my temper tantrums as a child - having to make a decision and the fear of making the wrong decision. Ugh.
So we read back through parts of the dog training book. And essentially the territorial aggression is a super big issue (like we didn't already know that), so big that we won't be able to handle it ourselves. Which means a dog trainer...and I just don't know that we can swing that right now (you know, Christmas and a little outpatient surgery really takes its toll on the finances). And so then, what is fair to the dog? At this point, he is put upstairs in our bedroom anytime someone comes over, which apparently makes the aggression worse. Awesome, right?
And so, I just don't know what to do. Big sigh. My Christmas Break is just not supposed to be like this.