If it helps, here’s a story that’s the exception that proves the rule…

We adopted a dog. A beautiful Romanian Shepherd. Lovely dog, friendly as fuck, mega playful… but wasn’t a fan of kids. That was unfortunate, because our kids loved the dog but after a while the dog got a bit bitey. No warning, no growl, just fuck you and chomp. Thankfully, the only thing that stopped him from doing some serious damage was that he was a good boi and never proper sunk his teeth in.

Long story boring, we tried to rehome him, tried to calm him, tried to train him out of it, but the dog wouldn’t settle. Took him to the vets to give him a once over before the rescue charity took him back… and he bit the vet. That fucked a lot of things - the rescue was mega wary, the vet had recommended euthanasia, and keeping him wasn’t an option.

Long story short, we found a farm that specialised in dogs that had some “behavioural quirks”, and we took him halfway across the country to live there. It was a lovely place - loads of land, quiet, and dozens of corners where he could do his favourite thing - sit in a corner and chew on his toy.

I miss that dog, but I’m glad he’s happy.