Logan is a dog not many people know about. When I was in the last stages of working with Phoebe in her last home, a friend contacted me about a miniature pinscher who was due to be PTS the next day for aggression - exactly my kind of dog, as I'm sure you've figured out by now! Knowing that Phoebe might be coming home, and knowing that if she did, the chances were she wouldn't leave again because of the severity of her issues, I wasn't keen; but after discussing his case, I couldn't just walk away.
Logi was seized from a "rescue" by the RSPCA in January 2012. One of "those" rescues - we've all seen them on T, the ones who think they're doing right but in reality, the dogs are just shut away and forgotten about. Logan ended up in a caravan for who knows how long with a couple of other dogs. No-one could touch him except one kennel hand, and not even her all of the time; he was intriguing. With help from my friend, I went to meet him, with the caveat for the RSPCA that I couldn't make two trips - they wanted me to meet him a couple of times before deciding but it wasn't possible for me as he was on the other side of the country. So, he came home in a cage. It took me about 20 minutes and a lot of sausage to get him out of that cage, and a lot of waiting for him to go indoors by himself (luckily, I can park in my back garden!).
I had Logan for just 5 weeks. At the RSPCA, an independant (and frankly, moronic) vet had given him a clean bill of health before neutering him; I knew straight away that something was wrong, that he was in pain. He was indeed: severe muscle damage to his right hip, severe and chronic spondylosis, and two completely collapsed disc spaces. The poor wee lad was in agony and had been for months, indeed possibly - probably - years. And no-one had ever noticed. I am still dumbfounded by that fact; when he ran, his back end looked almost disconnected as he tried to compensate for the pain. Coupled with the intense aggression and his awful teeth, there's no way he couldn't have been in pain.
The day the x-rays were done was the last day I saw him; I told the vet on the way in to ring me while he was still under for a decision. Between the physical damage, the pain and the mental damage of what I am sure was severe and prolonged abuse by whoever owned him last, I am sad to say that Logan was the one dog that couldn't be helped; had he just had the pain, or just the aggression, then maybe. But both together was simply too much, and I asked the vet not to wake him up. I don't know how much of his life he spent in pain but he was not a young dog - I do think he started out in a good home though. Once he trusted me to touch him he was incredibly affectionate, and absolutely smashing little dog - it's just a tragedy that humans made such a mess of him that he only got to enjoy a few weeks of good at the end. But at least he had those few weeks and if I had it all to do over again, I would give them to him again.
Logi was seized from a "rescue" by the RSPCA in January 2012. One of "those" rescues - we've all seen them on T, the ones who think they're doing right but in reality, the dogs are just shut away and forgotten about. Logan ended up in a caravan for who knows how long with a couple of other dogs. No-one could touch him except one kennel hand, and not even her all of the time; he was intriguing. With help from my friend, I went to meet him, with the caveat for the RSPCA that I couldn't make two trips - they wanted me to meet him a couple of times before deciding but it wasn't possible for me as he was on the other side of the country. So, he came home in a cage. It took me about 20 minutes and a lot of sausage to get him out of that cage, and a lot of waiting for him to go indoors by himself (luckily, I can park in my back garden!).
I had Logan for just 5 weeks. At the RSPCA, an independant (and frankly, moronic) vet had given him a clean bill of health before neutering him; I knew straight away that something was wrong, that he was in pain. He was indeed: severe muscle damage to his right hip, severe and chronic spondylosis, and two completely collapsed disc spaces. The poor wee lad was in agony and had been for months, indeed possibly - probably - years. And no-one had ever noticed. I am still dumbfounded by that fact; when he ran, his back end looked almost disconnected as he tried to compensate for the pain. Coupled with the intense aggression and his awful teeth, there's no way he couldn't have been in pain.
The day the x-rays were done was the last day I saw him; I told the vet on the way in to ring me while he was still under for a decision. Between the physical damage, the pain and the mental damage of what I am sure was severe and prolonged abuse by whoever owned him last, I am sad to say that Logan was the one dog that couldn't be helped; had he just had the pain, or just the aggression, then maybe. But both together was simply too much, and I asked the vet not to wake him up. I don't know how much of his life he spent in pain but he was not a young dog - I do think he started out in a good home though. Once he trusted me to touch him he was incredibly affectionate, and absolutely smashing little dog - it's just a tragedy that humans made such a mess of him that he only got to enjoy a few weeks of good at the end. But at least he had those few weeks and if I had it all to do over again, I would give them to him again.