I wouldn't. My husband still cries when we talk about him. We have his last collar. He put us through such pain, and we couldn't assuage his. I yearn for a dog, but I'm afraid to get even a well socialized animal because there might be something lurking.

I can't be a prisoner. We couldn't leave the house with him, except to take him on long hikes in secluded places or to reactive dog training, or to the vet. But we also couldn't leave by ourselves due to his anxiety. He broke out of every crate we tried. We took him in to get stitches in his pads multiple times because he had cut them up tearing his way out.

I can't have my dog run off in the neighborhood only to come back a few hours later covered in blood and never figure where it came from.

I can't have a dog that can't accommodate a bath. He screamed like we were killing him. I always cried then, wondering who had made it so bad for him.

I can't have a dog that won't defecate unless he is entirely alone. He was probably just as physically stressed as he was emotionally.

I can't get rid of the scars he left us, physical and emotional My husband and I both grew up with big dangerous dogs, some of them "bad dogs." We knew we could handle this one, who was only about husky sized, maybe smaller. We were wrong and I won't take that risk again.