[Julie-at-home]

Ok, well call me an ASS. I had made up my mind to take Sophie to the trainer this Saturday at 3:00. I believe I could be making mistakes. I believe a puppy with a crap shot can have a bright future with the right handling. I believed I could do this. ASS.

This evening, the kids are in bed, the house is quiet. My husband is in the basement on the eliptical, I am saying goodnight to my 10 year old son, as I sit beside Sophie and pet her. She is calm. Not sleeping, but lying still. Enjoying the attention that I usually make her work for. My son is beside me, talking softly to Sophie about taking her for a walk tomorrow after school. He is petting her with me, along her side. Wham, she lifts her head and snaps at him. She gets him, but not bad enough to draw blood. He pleads with me, "What did I do wrong, Mom? What did I do wrong?"

Clearly, I can not be in denial any longer. This was unprovoked, unpredictable, unexcusable. There could not have been a kinder, softer moment. And I was right there, inches away from it. A part of it, but not the target. Why? What happened? 4 times in ONE WEEK? There is no explanation. Only shock, guilt, regret. I will call the humane society tomorrow. There simply is no choice. Thank you so much for trying to lead me in the right direction. This is worse than I could have ever imagined. I brought this MESS on to my family, and now I have to clean it up. I only hope I am as brave in the morning.