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Once in a while a topic pops up referring to one of men's best friends. Sometimes I contributed to those posts referring to one of our current dogs. One of them was Shermann.
Shermann came to us as an emergency from Sardinia. He was "donated" to a sanctuary over there, but the people of that sanctuary quickly found he was absolutely not a dog that could adapt to those circumstances. He had trouble getting along with other dogs and just couldn't handle all the noise and stress. Many people were afraid of him, due to his size (83 cm at the withers), so the people of the sanctuary put out an urgent call for help. That was 2½ years ago.
When Shermann came to live with us we quickly noticed he had been beaten and no one had even tried to socialize him. It was almost like he had always lived in a closet. He was also very, very skinny. This was a dog with physical and mental trauma. The physical trauma we could do something about. Sadly, in the end we were not able to heal his mental scars. He was a very soft soul that was all too easily damaged because of that softness. 99% of the time he was just a nice, loveable giant. But once in a while he got scared and he didn't know how to handle that. When that happened he would try to bite in his confusion. We never could find out what triggered these episodes. But the frequency and the intensity of these anxiety attacks got higher and higher. In the end it got too dangerous and we had not other choice than to let him find the well-earned peace he longed for. He just couldn't overcome his trauma's and in the end they got the better of him.
It is so sad, because this was done to him by people. Under all that fear there was a wonderful dog that was pure friendliness and that just longed to be part of his family. Too bad that possible future was stolen from him.
R.I.P. Shermann, we will never forget you.
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Shermann came to us as an emergency from Sardinia. He was "donated" to a sanctuary over there, but the people of that sanctuary quickly found he was absolutely not a dog that could adapt to those circumstances. He had trouble getting along with other dogs and just couldn't handle all the noise and stress. Many people were afraid of him, due to his size (83 cm at the withers), so the people of the sanctuary put out an urgent call for help. That was 2½ years ago.
When Shermann came to live with us we quickly noticed he had been beaten and no one had even tried to socialize him. It was almost like he had always lived in a closet. He was also very, very skinny. This was a dog with physical and mental trauma. The physical trauma we could do something about. Sadly, in the end we were not able to heal his mental scars. He was a very soft soul that was all too easily damaged because of that softness. 99% of the time he was just a nice, loveable giant. But once in a while he got scared and he didn't know how to handle that. When that happened he would try to bite in his confusion. We never could find out what triggered these episodes. But the frequency and the intensity of these anxiety attacks got higher and higher. In the end it got too dangerous and we had not other choice than to let him find the well-earned peace he longed for. He just couldn't overcome his trauma's and in the end they got the better of him.
It is so sad, because this was done to him by people. Under all that fear there was a wonderful dog that was pure friendliness and that just longed to be part of his family. Too bad that possible future was stolen from him.
R.I.P. Shermann, we will never forget you.
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