#RescueDogs #FranklinThePittie
Today was a very sad day. Our rescue dog Franklin had 5 aggressive episodes, unprevoked, in the last four or five weeks. He fought with one of our other dogs, and in two episodes, my wife, Kathy, was injured.
Prior to today, our vet who had treated Franklin for 5 years, thought he was in pain, perhaps a brain tumor, as this sudden change might indicate.
As we prepared to explore this, he did it again today. Each time it happened she was alone with the three dogs. Franklin was increasingly possessive of her.
Today, Kathy's leg was badly bitten. After seeing our doctor, and after a dozen stitches, she made the decision to have him put him down.
She rescued him. She knew from day one he'd be ours. He had been dumped on a dirt road in Georgia, 7 months old, 24 pounds and emaciated, with deformed front legs.
This was for the best. If he was rehomed, he certainly might have injured others. As a rescuer, she knew if he did have pain, all the testing and treatments would lessen his quality of life, especially as he aged.
No rescuer makes this very difficult decision lightly.
Today was very sad and very hard.










