Thank you all so much for your love and support, but I need to clear something up here…
Tink was an aggressive Chihuahua. No ands, ifs or buts. She was getting better with time and work but she still was an aggressive Chihuahua. This would not have happened if Tink was relaxed and passive but she wasn’t. I remember the people I got her from telling me that they had to pay extra to get her nails clipped because she was so aggressive. I had her for a year and a half and I just got to the point where she would let me hold her foot forget about clipping her nails.
She slipped out the storm door in full aggression mode at the female of the dogs next-door. The male dog that got to Tink was simply trying to protect his sister. It was over in seconds….seconds. The pitbull was on a leash….but do you have any idea the strength of a large pitbull cross? He got away from his owner cos he was angry at Tink’s actions towards his sister. Also, pitties have incredible strength in their jaws…he got his mouth on her head and crushed her skull and broke her neck.
My neighbours are devastated….. End of sentence.
I live in a country duplex, and these people live on the other side of the duplex. I live on an organic blueberry farm for the peace and quiet I have needed since my brain injury. These people have been both loving and caring to me for the years that we have been neighbours. For the years that they have lived next door to me….They have picked me up off the ground and the floor when I have fallen, taken me to an emergency when I sliced my leg open, taken care of my dogs when I’ve been in the hospital and just all-around become family to me… Very important facts when you live without any family in your neighbourhood. I didn’t have a running car for two years and lived in the country…they took me to the grocery store every time I needed to go. They took me to doctors’ offices every time I needed to go etc. All of which freed Jim up to live his own life during Covid as opposed to having to run up and down the island, taking care of me, the way he did our parents. Just before Pixie died they helped me find Tink and drove me the 4 hours up the island to get her. We knew she was aggressive…and I was working on that with her. You cannot train a dog out of habits, formed over 3 1/2 years of their lives in minutes.
There’s absolutely nothing that any of us could have done to stop it despite both of my neighbours throwing themselves on the dogs.
There is no blame… But if I were to point the finger I would have to point at Tink, My wee, white demon dog.
I am heartbroken but know that I will have another dog eventually. I don’t want a large dog because it’s hard for me to clean up after them, my neighbours would gladly do it for me, but why would I ask that of them?
