Rang the behaviourists today and it looks like either we dedicate our lives to working with Dook, wearing a muzzle at all times, spending hours each week working with behavioural professionals. Or Dook takes the needle and is no more. I've thought of passing him on to traveller tribes with much closer community and family ties than conventional society where we hardly know our neighbours . But I fear at some point Dook will do something really nasty. He is now classed as a dangerous dog.
I am in tears as I type. I took him out through his favourite fields and we're both soaked and dirty. I know his future. He doesn't. He doesn't have much of one.
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