We have two rescue terrier cross bitches. One 16, deaf, partly blind and needing the loo 3 times a night. The other 4 years old, mad as a box of frogs - absolutely hates traffic (whines, barks, twirls on the lead, you get the idea), won't settle in the back of the car so has to sit on mum's knee on the front, and has a tendency to pick on weaker dogs (anything small and fluffy, or big and scared) so has to be muzzled when off the lead.
We've had the nutter 3 years now and had a terrible first 12 months with her. She would get over excited about anything and then attack the other dog, who was then 13. I had to throttle her to get her to release. This happened daily - I couldn't even take a pee without locking them in separate rooms. I felt so bad for the old dog, Lizzie.
Eventually I had a date to hand the nutter back to the dogs' home and it broke my heart every day as I thought of having to drive her there and walk away (filling up even now

). The day got nearer and nearer and ever so slowly the attacks became less frequent. I talked to Coco (the nutter) every day, asking her to behave (I was slowly going mad

), telling her she couldn't continue taking out her frustrations on Lizzie. The day of handing her back came and went. I couldn't hand her back. The months went by and slowly she became a more chilled out dog. 3 years later she and Lizzie tolerate each other and Coco takes her frustrations in her stride. No going for Lizzie. Life is good.
Saying all that, she still hates traffic and walking her along the busy roads near us to the woods is torture for both of us. So we're moving house. To the countryside. In 7 weeks. Traffic free walks straight from the front door (not to mention perfect MTBing trails and stunning views for us). Nothing but gorse and fields of wheat for miles. Nothing for her to get worked up over. Life will be even better

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The photo is of the moment Coco was let out of Balerno dogs' home and taken to her new home by her new dad

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