I adopted a very badly abused 6 month old pitbull mix from them 5 years ago. She had lived through extensive head trauma, and lost her eye.
I wanted to help. When I got her she smelled horrible, from the inside out. She was afraid of everyone!! It took a lot of work to help her relax and learn to trust. She was my second dog. I also have a 10 year old paraplegic French bulldog (at the time 5 years old). My rescue pit, Taco, is a beautiful loving amazing little girl. But she was always a handful. My life revolved around her needs. She was very HIGH strung and had unpredictable behavior. About a year in, completely out of the blue, she attacked my paraplegic. It was the most traumatic thing to experience. I was inconsolable. But luckily I was there to break it up right away. It was not her character trait to be "aggressive". I of course reached out to the charity as it's in their contract to take her back if there's a problem. I needed support and wasn't sure what to do. They told me to separate them for a bit and rub lavender oil on her . Over the next few years it happened 4 more times. Every time it had happened I reached out for help. At one point they sent me a "behavioralist", who came and told me she's frustrated and to play tug with her, and have her bark etc. to move through the anxiety. Meanwhile my poor handicapped dog has had her ear canal punctured repeatedly, and almost died. Each time I'm left with endless vet bills etc. I had also spoken with other behavioralist s who told me "this is not a training thing, you're basically waiting for her to kill your other dog".
I had taken taco to get Prozac, cbd, every natural option out there. I had lived my life constantly keeping a watchful eye on them, keeping them separated. The times I felt I couldn't do it anymore, the charity told me she'll live the rest of her life in a cage! So of course I kept trying. The last straw was when I moved from my house to an apartment, I was walking taco for 5 miles a day...and it was so stressful bc she would lunge at every dog, motorcycle, skateboard. Then she attacked my now 10 year old paraplegic 2 days in a row. It had never happened that close together before. I reached out to them once again, clearly beyond distraught. They asked me for a write up on her to help list her. I also put it on my social media. I told the charity I was so afraid they were going to leave her in a cage, they replied with pictures of a nice yard. Then a friend from my social media reached out. Her family was willing to take her, so I decided that could be a fit, as she had spent a week with them before while I was away. I called the charitys "behavioralist" to go and access how they would be as a fit. I also stressed to the family at great length, the risk that taco presents, seeing as they have a dog. Instead of the behavioralist explaining how to avoid conflict and manage her anxiety, he told them that it wouldn't ever happen again. The attacks where bc of me and my energy. He also told the family that it wouldn't happen, it was just me. They believed him. And of course, taco attacked their larger pitbull. Both dogs ended up in the emergency room. It's been 5 weeks since they have had her, and 4 brutal dog fights have happened. The new family also began reaching out to this charity. They once again sent their behavioralist, now saying it's bc I gave her such a stressful life, despite my other dogs being perfectly happy and flourishing even while handicapped. He offered the same "tools", play tug etc. Days later, another unexpected attack. The family decided they are no longer able to care for her and aren't getting a response from the charity, they asked me to reach out. So I did, the "president" went on to say that she had found a home for taco and I backed out previously, so she'll be in a kennel until they find a good home.
But I had never been told they had a home or backed out. She sent 2 screenshots as if they are to look like one conversation. The first one is a text communication I had, where I'm asked to make sure they won't lock her in a cage, to which they sent pics of a nice yard. (See photo for rest of review) read more