If you are visiting this page for more information about Harry, thank you. We are looking for a new home for Harry because our baby is approaching toddler age, and we don’t feel safe with them together over the next few years. You will find our story and more photos below.
I have a doggie dilema. I don’t trust Harry with Wallace.
It all started last summer. Harry was hit with a stick by a young boy (who was too little to understand how to act around a dog), and ever since then Harry has been leery around unpredictable children. I watch him very closely when new children come over to play. I do my best to show children how to pet him and talk to him. But sometimes he growls unexpectedly. And he even snapped at a friend’s four-year-old daughter. She was not harmed but I was mortified. That was one of my worst moments last year.
Dog training is mostly about training people. But children too young to control their bodies cannot be “trained,” and Harry is a terrier. He is not a docile beast. I’ve never worried about him with our girls because they raised him. He obeys and respects them. And the girls know his quirks. But Wallace is beginning to reach out, grab, and move himself around with more force. Harry clearly knows that Wallace is his baby (sniffing, licking, tail wagging), but I don’t trust his terrier instincts around unpredictable movement.
Ideally we would just hold Wallace in our arms for the next two years until he is old enough to touch Harry gently — every single time. But that would be rather ridiculous. How would he learn how to crawl and to walk?! Or we could keep Harry gated off in his back hallway when we’re not holding Wallace. But that wouldn’t be fun for anyone. Which leads me to my point: I think it would be best to find a new home for Harry.
Harry has been a part of our family for four years. Just looking back at photos makes me start to tear up. He has grown up with our girls. They have learned so much confidence while training and handling him. They’ve experienced unconditional dog love. And pure doggie joy.
And — oh — the antics we went through with Harry and his sister Nancy!
How did we manage to train him not to murder chickens?! (Oh, wait. He did murder one. But just one.)
Hours on the beach. In the woods. And in the snow. Walking. Running. Chasing. Barking.
Are you crying yet? I am.
Alas — we are in a different chapter of life now. And I feel strongly about trusting my instincts. I know I won’t feel safe with Wallace crawling and toddling around Harry. I don’t believe any measure of training will change that. Harry is a wonderful dog. But despite his upbringing and our efforts, he can’t be trusted around active babies and toddlers. (Unless maybe in the presence of a dog whisperer?) And so, I’m officially putting out the word: if you know of someone without little children in their life who is looking for an adorable Irish Terrier (well-loved, healthy, four years old) — please put them in touch with me!