I'm having a hard time with a dog and feeling like it is necessary to give up but also feeling guilty because of the commitment I made to this dog when I pulled him. He is a great dog, not a pit which puts me out of my element as far as temperament expectations. He is a more aloof with strangers than I would tolerate and a bit of an alert barker and "guardy" with strangers. That said, I think he's fantastic and he's great with my dogs. My problem lies with the cats. I have certainly rescued dogs that don't like cats before or barely tolerated or had to be watched closely but this dog is out for blood - seriously. He's a hunting dog and he wants to hunt cats.
Trying some densitization with him being able to smell but not see, see but not reach - no dice, he's all about the hunt. Major tunnel vision when it comes to the cats, he can't be redirected. We had a great day today outside in the yard. He's so smart, got so many commands down and would make an awesome dog for someone but they can't have cats and their neighbors shouldn't have cats, or at least cats that go outside. He ruined such a great day by trying to slip past me, get through my legs, squeeze his head through a door just so he can get into the main part of the house and eat the kitties.
I am really on edge. I don't want to return him to the shelter - they will put him down immediately. They don't adopt out cat killers. No vet will put him down. I tried to broach the subject today at a vet visit but the vet brushed it off and glossed it over, didnt' want to discuss it. I get it, he's a young, healthy, intelligent, vibrant dog and deserves a chance at life. I know, I wouldn't have pulled him if I didn't think he needed a second chance.
How much more do I give? Between this constant stress at home and the constant requests for help and the rudeness when I say I can't help and give suggestions...I'm just ready to pull the plug completely. 15 years is a long time to be in rescue and I'm feeling like I'm holding on by my last fingertip on a cliff.

