Eddie (our dog) made the trip to his new home with me this week. It was a bit of a long ride (because it is a long way, and I didn't really want to give him away).
We arrive at his new home, in the country, and start the introduction process with his new companions, another German Shorthair...
I ask his new owner how we should do this. He remarks, "Let him out, and let's see what happens". I complied.
Not 15 second went by and the fur started to fly. I honestly thought Eddie was going to kill the other dog. I couldn't tell who was initially aggressive, but I could tell that something had to be done. The new owner (who is braver than I am) jumped in the middle of the melee. I finally got a leash on Eddie and we started to assess the damage.
Luckily only a cut ear on the other dog (which bleed profusely) and no other serious injuries.
We proceeded to put Eddie in a kennel, which he promptly jumped out of (chest high, by the way). I eventually left him in a travel kennel while his new owner worked to make the kennel more like Ft. Knox.
All of this happened on Monday. When I left Iowa on Thursday afternoon, the word was the two dogs were still fighting... I'll have to check back next week to see if that has been resolved.
Anyway, I guess you can say that I didn't have the teary-eyed send off I had expected. Just blood spotted jeans.
It was a bit tough coming home without him. I instinctively looked in the back yard and asked myself "where is Eddy", only to realized that he was several hundred miles away. While physically separated, everyone in the family will have good memories of the time we had together and we know that he will be much happier where he can run and hunt on a daily basis.
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