Kaya is a beautiful, smart, funny, and energetic dog. She is also a dog who is dominant and a little aggressive and very stubborn. I am sad to say that she was not the dog for me and we made the decision yesterday to bring her back to the family that we go her from. She is already in a new home with two parents and kids and I hope she is so very happy.
Everything with Kaya started out well. She was going potty outside and playing with her toys. We went on some long walks and she was getting use to her kennel. I guess the red flags that she may not be the dog for our family started very early on, even before we got her, but how can you not love a puppy? and think that you can not mold it? Well for Kaya being a dominant dog, she needed a dominant leader and that is something I was failing at again and again. Kaya was mouthing a lot and it seemed the only way she interacted with us was by chewing our hands and biting our ankles and clothes. We were able to play ball with her a little but mostly it was a lot of biting, especially for me. We think that she may have been taken away from her mother too soon and didn't learn some basic dog things about biting, playing, and more importantly obedience. It was going to take a lot of training and constant vigilance to keep her from asserting herself and trying to get higher in the pack order. On Saturday, my husband worked with her a lot and he had a break through where he thought it was going to work. Sunday morning was not any better for me, however, and it got to the point where Kaya started mounting and humping my arm as a sign of dominance.
Making the decision to bring her back was one of the most awful things I have ever had to do. So many things went through my head.
I am failing Kaya. We decided to care for this life and I am abandoning her. What is wrong with me that I can't interact or deal with an 8 week old, 12 lb puppy? Why is it so hard for me? Will I ever be able to have a dog? Will I ever be able to have a child? Did I give up to early?
Overall my gut tells me that Kaya was a great puppy and is going to be a great dog, but she just wasn't the dog for me and it would not have been fair to her or me or our family to keep her. This whole last week my stomach has been tied in knots, I haven't been able to eat very well, and I have just had bad feelings. I don't think having a puppy is supposed to make you feel that way. I am who I am, and Kaya is who she is. I don't think I have cried this many days or this hard in a very long time, if ever.
This morning I am thinking of Kaya and missing her a little. I really did love her in some way and she touched my life. I hope she is happy with her new family and continues to be a happy dog.