Op I'm so sorry this happened to you. It's a horrible feeling when a member of the family is under knife, no matter what caused it. The others seem to be good at picking puppies too, so I think I should share my history of owning pets.
This is going to be a monster post. You think eating glass is stupid, well meet the members of my graveyard posse, Halli, Jesse, Tessa, Rubert Atahualpa, Hippu, Heppu, Rabies Alfonso, Kissa and my wallet.
Halli was a Finnish spitz. That's a breed known for picking a master and sticking to their guns. Halli was my grandma's dog, who taught me how to walk and who walked me to and from school every day. While waiting, he used to go around impregnating poodles and shit like that, but he was always on time back on the school yard to fetch me when I got out. He hated everyone and feared no one.
One day, when I was seven, we were walking home when a huge, mountain sized Rottweiler attacked us. I'm not exactly sure since I don't remember a thing about the whole day (I got chewed a bit and I hit my head hard) but the shop keeper who saw the whole thing told the cops I had tried to wrestle the other dog down, and I had repeatedly headbutted the attacker to get him off of my dog. His walker had had an umbrella with her I guess cuz apparently that ended up saving our lives. Halli had an ear torn off almost completely and half of his belly was chewed but he made it through 10 hours of surgeries , a lost testicle and for the next 8 years of his life he was basically glued to me.
My grandpa went to his grave still bitching me about the cost of the surgeries, but my dad had told him that if he puts down the dog, I would put him down. At least my dad knew me.
Jesse was a delightful little shit. He was a karelian bear dog mix and his hobbies included stealing fish. His first act as a member of our family was to steal the fishes our neighbour was grilling. I shit you not, I spent hundreds while paying off amateur fishermen who ended up as victims of my bandid. He knew how to open locks and he once even walked into a grocery store and stole... a fish. For 13 years I got calls about him. He was extremely well trained but when it came to his hobby, he was relentless and unstoppable.
At that point I should've learned my lesson and stop fucking having pets but I'm a little slow.
The only thing I bought when I moved out from my parents house was Tessa. She was a first born of a rescue dog I trained as a kid and her speciality in life was birds. An owl attacked her and she almost lost her eye, an other owl attacked her and she almost lost an other eye (incidentally, those are the only times in my life I've seen an owl in the wild), she almost drowned while attacking a duck, a swan broke her leg, she ate a feather pillow and shat feathers for a week, a rabbit bit her in the ear and she needed glue for her injuries, she almost drowned more times I can count, she once climbed to a tree and I had to call the fire department because my back was in shambles and I couldn't save her myself.. she is by far the most expensive thing I've ever owned and I fucking hate all birds.
She was very well trained, sadly by me.
Anyway...
Since I have kids and I turned out this well thanks to having pets, I thought this tradition is something to pass on. That's why we've always had bunnies and and dogs and that has been a great combination for my wallet.
I don't think locking animals up in cages is good for them so we have bunnies hopping along in our home while dogs are around. You'd think that with my hunting dogs and with my stupid ass dogs, the bunnies would be the ones at risk but no, of course not.
My dad used to say I could train any dog to do what ever I wanted, except my own. Those I could train too, except I couldn't cure them form their obsessions. I have zero skills at training bunnies and sadly those little shits have ran our houses for 15 years now.
Hippu was our first bunny. Her hobbies included scaring the fuck out of our dog, Tessa was trained to take down a grown ass man but that bunny spent years terrorizing the dog. When the dog stole her carrot, the rabbit bit the dog so badly we ended up at a vet. The rabbit also liked to hop around the yard so Tessa had to guard it and save her from beasts, usually birds, and we ended up always at a vet. Our second bunny, Heppu, pushed our dog Rubert to a cactus and he almost lost an eye because of it. The same bunny also pushed Rabies down the stairs and we ended up at a vet.
Kissa, my gs also had a theme. She used to steal food and then puke and shit herself to a near grave. Her speciality was eggs, she pretty much did anything and everything like climbed to get to nests to get them and then she spent a night at a vet and learned absolutely nothing. She broke into cabinets to get to those too and while she was alive we had to stop storing eggs at our home . That charming.
I think I was supposed to give you hope and comfort in your time of need but now I'm pissed off again . Why couldn't my dad just lie to me and tell me we have allergies and keep me away from animals. This is all his fault. Fuck my life.
