Me 😢

me too!

Always! Am trying...have three big rescue dogs. Have had as many as six adopted rescues in the household. "Don't shop, adopt!"

Me!!!

its julien me

@Terri Larsen what ?

@Terri Larsen the old owner died..not tyson the dog

Doesn't look like that had anything to do with the previous owner. Looks like that's just how tyson is.

@@madmade6877 Tyson was put down 91 days after his adoption because of "behavioural issues".

@@superme63 serious No Way

Here is the full story in Sarah Goldfarb's own words. (Sarah is the woman with the shaved head who "adopted" Tyson). Notice that she never once admits that she may be the wrong owner for Tyson. She also conveniently leaves out the fact that the Twenty Paws Shelter/Rescue offered to take him back. (The shelter should never have forced Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.) In fact, she is so delusional that she believed that Tyson was signalling to her that he "wanted to be killed". See below: I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

Here is the full story in Sarah Goldfarb's own words. (Sarah is the woman with the shaved head who "adopted" Tyson). Notice that she never once admits that she may be the wrong owner for Tyson. She also conveniently leaves out the fact that the Twenty Paws Shelter/Rescue offered to take him back. (The shelter should never have forced Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.) In fact, she is so delusional that she believed that Tyson was signalling to her that he "wanted to be killed". See below: I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

You should of returned him to the shelter putting him to sleep was a selfish decision

He was murdered, not "put to sleep". Some rescue! I agree that this video should be DOWN off of KZfaq. It gives a false impression of a "happy ending". Dogs of this breed and type need a very specific type of home, and it was the responsibility of the rescue to find one. Dogo Argentinos and other Pit-type dogs can be dangerous, and that is just a fact. Why the "rescue" allowed him to be adopted "intact" is a mystery to me. Those hormones can compound any "issues" the dog may have.

Here is the full story in Sarah Goldfarb's own words. (Sarah is the woman with the shaved head who "adopted" Tyson). Notice that she never once admits that she may be the wrong owner for Tyson. She also conveniently leaves out the fact that the Twenty Paws Shelter/Rescue offered to take him back. (The shelter should never have forced Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.) In fact, she is so delusional that she believed that Tyson was signalling to her that he "wanted to be killed". See below: I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

Killed ? What happened to him??

@@kimaltman8164 I don't have any personal knowledge, but other comments here say that the new owner had the dog put down for "behavioral issues."

If the shelter had truly loved Tyson they would never have forced him to be "adopted" by an inexperienced woman with a cramped apartment and no yard to run around freely in. The only time he was allowed outside was for a walk on a leash! They seem to care about warm, fuzzy social media videos rather than Tyson himself. However, the shelter are not anywhere near as evil as that repulsive woman, Sarah, who had Tyson put down for "behavioural issues" after 91 days, even though the shelter offered to take him back.

For those who don't know the story, it has been verified multiple times by both the Twenty Paws Shelter and Sarah Goldfarb herself that she put Tyson down after 91 days, due to his sporadic aggressive behaviour towards her. Not once did she even entertain the idea that she may have been the wrong owner for him, with her cramped apartment with no yard. Tyson needed a yard to run around freely in, several times a day, without a leash on. The only outdoor time he got was on a leash with a muzzle on. Sarah did have him neutered but apparently things didn't improve. She didn't even consider sending him back to the Twenty Paws Shelter, even though they asked her to. Sarah even said that putting Tyson down was the most "humane" and "responsibile" thing to do. In her narcissistic delusion she even said that Tyson put his paw on the table when she was on the phone discussing the possibility of having him euthanized, thus signalling to her that being killed was what he wanted too. She came across as a total narcissist who would kill an animal before admitting that she was not the right owner for him. The Twenty Paws Shelter is also to blame since they shouldn't have allowed Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.

@@kimaltman8164 For those who don't know the story, it has been verified multiple times by both the Twenty Paws Shelter and Sarah Goldfarb herself that she put Tyson down after 91 days, due to his sporadic aggressive behaviour towards her. Not once did she even entertain the idea that she may have been the wrong owner for him, with her cramped apartment with no yard. Tyson needed a yard to run around freely in, several times a day, without a leash on. The only outdoor time he got was on a leash with a muzzle on. Sarah did have him neutered but apparently things didn't improve. She didn't even consider sending him back to the Twenty Paws Shelter, even though they asked her to. Sarah even said that putting Tyson down was the most "humane" and "responsibile" thing to do. In her narcissistic delusion she even said that Tyson put his paw on the table when she was on the phone discussing the possibility of having him euthanized, thus signalling to her that being killed was what he wanted too. She came across as a total narcissist who would kill an animal before admitting that she was not the right owner for him. The Twenty Paws Shelter is also to blame since they shouldn't have allowed Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.

I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine your pain. I hope you know your husband is still with you every single day, in every thing you do and in everything you say. I hope you and your dog have a long happy life together, you both deserve it.

@@kx_xx thank you very much ,

Sooooo sorry for the loss of your husband

I love dogs and I used to rescue them and I winded it up with 25 dogs they all have homes I currently have two dogs and two cats I love animals and it's a blessing when you have people that are willing to help them care for them and build them back up to the dog they should be bless you all

When I went to the shelter to fill the hole in my heart from loosing a pet to cancer.....I did not pick ....they did....yes...3 wonderfull loving cats.

❤

Someone really broke him....so sad to witness. But thank goodness he was rescued and found his forever home.

Must’ve been hard for him to see his person pass away. We often overlook the feelings dogs have and we as humans tend to minimize their feelings aswell. I’ve often heard people say dogs and cats don’t have complex emotions. theyve obviously not had a relationship with one

ohthelovelypoems his owner died, he wasn’t abused or neglected.

You could see the pain in his eyes, it’s heartbreaking to see that. There are so many good people still in this world, thank you for taking the time and effort to make his life so much better and show him the love he deserves. God bless all of you. To the 47 people who gave this a thumbs down, you absolutely, positively SUCK!!!

The owner did tell the rescue. They wouldnt take him back nicely. They were just going to hold him away from the others and isolate him. It wouldve been more hell to return him to the rescue.

Shattering to read this. Can't believe The Dodo lets it stay up..

I was heart broken too . Reading this .

Oh, poor baby.

Me too. I wish I never watch this video. Or never know what happened to him!!

Aww that’s so sad but you saved him god bless you and your families soul.

@@Crash4323 ahw thank you! But it was worth it. :) God bless you!

Sarah Goldfarb (the new owner) EUTHANIZED TYSON FOR BECAUSE THE DOG TRIED TO KILL HER. Shame on the rescue for giving her an agressive dog. They knew he was agressive and did not put him down. Dodo should be held accountable. Not the new owners fault. I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow back some of his fur, but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

You stuck by him there are a lot of good people

@@drewahrens3141 I did question if it was true or troll and decided to give it the benefit of the doubt just in case. I hate trolls. Especially those who play on emotions like this.

❤

HOLY HOLY!!! I can proudly say that I have the two HOTTEST women on this planet as MY GIRLFRIENDS! I am the unprettiest KZfaqr ever, but they love me for what's inside! Thanks for listening con

Bless their hearts!

No

Hamburger Hamburger Fck youmonster!

Rest In Peace? He’s not dead…

@@SaveMoreFloofs the adopter put him down after having him for 3 months for "behavioral issues".

@@dillon4442 really? It didn't say that in the video- or maybe I just missed it

@@SaveMoreFloofs Not according to what I read here in the comments section.

@@dillon4442 what the heck? Seriously? But it seems like he is a calm dog. His previous owner was great training him.

Shocked, when I adopted my dog from a metro Detroit shelter, they did a home check, did a meet and great with my pets for compatibility, had an extensive interview process with me as to who would be my backup, sent for vet records on all my past pets living and deceased, asked me where the dog would sleep, how I would exercise the dog, and if I had ever given a pet away. My girl had been at three homes prior and was found as a dumped hunting dog, she had no socialization or training. She was not a dog for a first-time owner. I was in my mid-fifties and had always had a dog: along with birds, cats, and hamsters throughout the years.. She needed a great deal of training, she is my very best friend and my dogs come first as they bring me so much joy.

You were there 24 hours a day to make such statements?

@@keythdanielsen9315 You were there 24 hours a day to dispute it? Road goes both ways...

They definitely left some pertinent information out of the video. The adoption org lady said something about Sarah being “unfazed” by Tyson’s history, which leads me to believe he had a bite history. Also, he’s an already-aggressive breed that was clearly neglected by his first owner (underweight, not neutered, limping) so I 100% believe this dog was potentially dangerous in certain circumstances.

So true.

Loneliness is a terrible thing

I'm just glad he wasn't one of those dogs forced to fight.

I think animals probably do understand death, on an instinctual level. But they also mourn, just like we do. And it had to be traumatic, being with his owner’s dead body for 5-6 days. 😞

@@calisongbird search: These Dogs are crying because their Bestfriend Died 😭😭😭

@Nill Gddy Proof?

@Nill Gddy you are horrible

Some people are so nice, what happened to the Trump family

Amen 🙏🏽❤️

@@robinhansler5458 I was on your side until you brought Trump into the equation! TDS runs rapid in libs. Why can't you keep your comments to the subject at hand instead of being political & bringing someone down?! Instead, why don't you do some research so you will be able to fight back with proof. There have been organizations that have been caught abusing animals for profit making it seem like they are helping.

Tyson got his 😂

​@@keythdanielsen9315you just need to shut your disgusting mouth. Your existence is such a shame

She murdered Tyson !

If the shelter had truly loved Tyson they would never have forced him to be "adopted" by an inexperienced woman with a cramped apartment and no yard to run around freely in. The only time he was allowed outside was for a walk on a leash! They seem to care about warm, fuzzy social media videos rather than Tyson himself. However, the shelter are not anywhere near as evil as that repulsive woman, Sarah, who had Tyson put down for "behavioural issues" after 91 days, even though the shelter offered to take him back.

Here is the full story in Sarah Goldfarb's own words. (Sarah is the woman with the shaved head who "adopted" Tyson). Notice that she never once admits that she may be the wrong owner for Tyson. She also conveniently leaves out the fact that the Twenty Paws Shelter/Rescue offered to take him back. (The shelter should never have forced Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.) In fact, she is so delusional that she believed that Tyson was signalling to her that he "wanted to be killed". See below: I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

Can’t believe a woman like her could kill a Dog like Tyson …sell ur BMW and hire a trainer. Do whatever IT takes ! U FAILED HIM !! Shame on u dodo to keep posting this ! UNSUBSCRIBE

No she did not. Reading the comments, one has the impression of being in a cult of raving lunatics, 'I love you Tyson" . She was right. Open your eyes, in your wonderful world nothing happens, but it's not true. There are hundreds of dogs that kill and maim people, and very often, the Tyson type. The Dodo lies to you and makes you live in a fairy land where all dogs are cuddly toys, even cane canarios (dogs banned in Australia and other countries because this dog is SOOOO dangerous whatever the owner or the dog's education). Tyson would have ended up hurting someone. Leave this woman alone! She did the right thing, garden or no garden. Are you all mad?

Yes 😭

Yes

Ĺllo

People assume animals don't have emotion or an inner life, when that's so wrong. It's not in a way we would probably understand, but that doesn't make their feelings less.

@@Ana-yu8gi What we’re not gonna do is spin the euthanasia choice onto others. Sorry, but I would have much more sympathy for her if the rescue hadn’t offered to take the dog back. I understand that having traumatized dogs is a hard and grueling process, I have had several dogs before my “special” one and it took almost a full year of learning to get her to back to a happy place of existence. However, if she had never felt prepared to have a dog before it’s not wise to take a dog with known trauma because they require so much training and patience and expertise. If he needed to be trained and adapted further by professionals before being rehomed, it could’ve been done. If he truly was dangerous and unfixable, people who have extensive experience with dogs are likely the best people to make that choice. It wasn’t her choice to make in barely 3 months. I don’t wish her ill will or go as far as others to say she should never have other dogs or kids, but she is a prime example of why it’s not smart to adopt a difficult dog because you are attached to its origin story and should chose animals that suit your own needs and lifestyle. She was irresponsible and it absolutely breaks my heart but I hope she learns.

Yeah it hurts that they had to go through such hate and utter bullshit in the first place. Makes me *angry* more than anything...

Glass is half full or the glass is half empty. I prefer half full... Dogs live for the moment, that is why they can forgive and move on...

@@jenscheibner792 very well said. Dogs remember but they are extremely skilled at moving on. They definitely don't dwell on the past lol

👍👍👍👍👍😢😢😢

Oh my goodness!!! That's horrible

I wonder if being neutered would have helped.

@@Pasadena14 What's horrible about an aggressive dog being put down?

Here is the full story in Sarah Goldfarb's own words. (Sarah is the woman with the shaved head who "adopted" Tyson). Notice that she never once admits that she may be the wrong owner for Tyson. She also conveniently leaves out the fact that the Twenty Paws Shelter/Rescue offered to take him back. (The shelter should never have forced Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.) In fact, she is so delusional that she believed that Tyson was signalling to her that he "wanted to be killed". See below: I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

God bless you 🙏

That's beautiful Nanci, God bless you.

Bless your kind soul.

Wishing u the best!

Sarah Goldfarb (the new owner) EUTHANIZED TYSON FOR BECAUSE THE DOG TRIED TO KILL HER. Shame on the rescue for giving her an agressive dog. They knew he was agressive and did not put him down. Dodo should be held accountable. Not the new owners fault. I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow back some of his fur, but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

So sorry for the loss of your Dad. So glad you took in his dog. My Dad passed away in 2018 and I took in his adopted dog, Connie.

Im so sorry for your loss Jeana. Its wonderful that Angel has you and you have her during this difficult time ❤

Sorry for your loss Madam. Wish you well with your fur baby.

Awww, hugs.

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏❤️💔

Except mosquitos.. they’re annoying and ruthless..

I totally agree

Yes but people are horrible, mostly.

Buddha Baby Over a decade ago, we had two cats and a dog. The one cat and the dog were absolutely best friends: they’d eat together, sleep together, and play together. When the dog died suddenly, that cat spent a week pacing the apartment looking for his buddy. 😿 And of course I had no way of explaining to him what had happened.

@@tookitogo Our cat did the same. Longer. She howled as if in heat, although all our animals were always fixed. She searched everywhere. She stayed in his favorite spot. She held onto his toys. She was inconsolable for a long, long time. Likewise, when we got him as a puppy, we had another cat too, who he played with constantly as he grew. When she died, he too mourned for her terribly. Until he then started to play w/the other cat, who didn’t welcome that, like his other housemate did. But their bond did grow, despite a different relationship. Animals definitely mourn their losses. Fur & human. :( It was heartbreaking to witness.

I get why though. Some don't wanna get too attached and all of a sudden their dog has passed away.

@@D0NCH33T0 yeah, and most older dogs need more care and might be harder to take care of :(

I get not wanting to lose a dog do soon but don’t you want to make the last years of there life the best years they’ve ever had, so they can have a happy satisfying death.

I totally agree I have 2 senior dogs myself, would rather have a senior than a puppy. Whether its young or old beast or human it will see death. Love senior dogs they are funny and their personalities are fully matured.

Pfft, old doggos are as cute if not cuter than puppies. When they get that white fur on their face it's adorable

Actually, at least he Knows what happened. All dogs should be able to see and sniff threir deceased owner if possible, otherwise they WAIT Forever.

@@kookietherapy9398 Good point. But still, pretty terrible experience for anyone or thing. Nice pup, and there was a happy ending to the story. Best regards - 👍

@@kookietherapy9398 So agree with this. I have said to my friends if anything ever happens to me please show my rescue girl that I've passed even if you have to break into the morgue - as I would literally turn in my grave if she was left behind thinking I was alive and had left her behind and gone somewhere without her!

I do the same with my pets.. before and after when one dies or needs put down I'll show them brother or sister and let them say goodbye..I Don't want them to wonder where they are.

@@texastwister6988 I love this - so so important I think some people forget how sensitive animals are to their pack and when one passes (2 or 4 legged)

You are so right, I have four dogs, I would lay down my life down for my dogs, eat one apple a day, so my dogs could have the best!!! Ps they like roast chicken, well done., every day. 🐕🐕🐕🤗

Can't believe that people in this day and age don't think that animals have emotions. They run more on emotions than people do... they sense their environment amd life while we try to calculate our way thru.

@@roaminggnome5292 you are so right!!!! I have four dogs, they have more compassion, more love, more empathy than people!!!!! 🐕🐕🐕🐕PS They don't let you down

@@mariaevans7811 - you are awesome! Wish there was more people like you in the world.

@BERTO YACOB - you sound miserable and that makes me happy 😃

Yep... After 6 days.. The human body can actually pop like a pimple.

He sat there in the death for days. That's even worse. I am glad he is taken care of now.

I was thinking the same thing .. that poor dog alone with his deceased owner for all those days 😢 just So happy this wonderful lady adopted him 🥰 Cheers 🥂 to Sarah & Tyson

"and when the battle causes anguish, its often society versus nature underneathe" - Greydon Square.

@@joshmyers3331 🤭 Ha ha! Yep! Rupture just like a volcano!

Yep deffo a dogo argentino

you too are truly special!

I thought he was a mix mastiff with some dogo argentino, i wasn't sure. He is so big and so beautiful. A kind giant it seems.

@@francisconeto2740 Not special, just someone who loves animals the way they deserve to be loved. 14 months away from phd in Veterinarian Medicine. Not for me, for the animals that suffer because they trusted a human. My dogs set me on my path, I just walked it.....Thank you for caring ❤

@@paulbismuth10 I see a mix also, but with Dogo it's hard to tell because of the breeds they are mixed with to get the Dogo. Sometimes one of the breeds stands out more....maybe great dane, or mastiff.....but definitely Dogo Argentino.....amazing breed. Didn't know what they were until I got mine by rescue and got a DNA test on her.....

@@Ana-yu8gi someone else should have had a chance at your failure. Not fair to end the life of this beautiful creature because you couldn't handle it.. you should've owned up and let someone else with the time and patience continue... No need to end his life. I'm sorry I had to comment. I bet it's hard

@@tez9ine6ix84 ......Please, do not apologize to her! Your comment is 100 accurate ! If she couldn't handle this dog, she should have Admitted it and Gave him back !! The fact that she wrote a book about how bad & aggressive he was?? He WAS a DOG !! Not a human like her, with all her Human emotions!! Poor Dog .....this story makes me livid !! But, you made me Proud fur being 100 Honest. Nowadays too many cottle the culprits.

@@Ana-yu8gi ........So, what dog did YOU put to Death cuz YOU wouldn't Admitt Defeat or Would Not give him up ??? You !! Are pure EVIL !! Don't expect ANY empathy from this True Animal Lover !!!

@@denisemezynski8014 you have a very harsh opinion of someone that you have never met . This not an evil person. In lots of lives ,people love the plan but did not know the true way of loving animals....if they have any way to learn animal control and care. The world is harsh there is no need to make someone feel awful for not knowing. You wouldnt like it

@@denisemezynski8014 You seem pretty hateful for a “True Animal Lover”.

Does NOT being a dog person mean U DON'T like dogs? Just curious. Take care.

@@moomyssweetie lol, that’s me too

@@moomyssweetie it means she is not probably into dogs, like probably prefers other animals like cats or birds. Doesnt necesarily means she hates dogs. personall im more of a cat person, i was attacked by dogs two times, and while i dont hate dogs, i simply respect them and keep my distance. I dont hate dogs, they are beautiful creatures and deserve love and respect.

Dog, spelled backward, is God. 💕

@@moomyssweetie thats quite a bit of sass under such a heartwarming video

Here is the full story in Sarah Goldfarb's own words. (Sarah is the woman with the shaved head who "adopted" Tyson). Notice that she never once admits that she may be the wrong owner for Tyson. She also conveniently leaves out the fact that the Twenty Paws Shelter/Rescue offered to take him back. (The shelter should never have forced Tyson to be adopted by an inexperienced woman in a tiny apartment with no yard.) In fact, she is so delusional that she believed that Tyson was signalling to her that he "wanted to be killed". See below: I am so grateful to have found a group of people so understanding of the incredible complexity of BE. I hesitate to post, but I have had these words and thoughts bouncing around my mind for months and I can’t bear to hold them in any longer. This is also quite long, as I’m writing through my feelings and experience for the first time. Just over three months ago I said goodbye to my Lulu, Tyson. We only had three months together, but he cracked my heart wide open and turned my entire world upside down. I knew the moment I saw him he was meant to be loved by me. Perhaps I was naive in underestimating the severity of his health and behavioral issues, but I welcomed him into my home and my heart and I gave him everything I could. Tyson was found in his deceased owner’s home and was in very bad shape. He was with a rescue organization for about three months before he came to me, and they had done work addressing some of his health issues. He had been in two fosters prior to being adopted, both of whom reported some general aggression - he was re-homed the first time due to an incident with the foster. I spoke with the second foster prior to adopting and she mentioned an occasional growl but didn’t seem bothered or fearful. I couldn’t get Tyson out of my mind, so I moved forward with the adoption. He was still in bad shape when he came home with me. He wouldn’t come into my apartment building. It took five hours to get him inside. The first night home, he growled at me. I let it go, thinking it was the stress of moving to another new home in a short period of time. He was also the subject of an episode on The Dodo, so he had strangers around him that day. For three days he barely ate or drank anything. He also would not leave my apartment to go outside. He didn’t go to the bathroom for two and a half days. I called the rescue desperate for help, and they came and helped me get him outside. Each subsequent walk got a little easier, but he was still physically unwell. I knew something wasn’t right, so I took him to the vet. They discovered he had hypothyroidism and was started on medication. After that he started to put on some weight and grow but then he seemed unwell again and this time landed in the ER twice and underwent an emergency surgery to remove a blockage in his urethra. He was a 7 year old Dogo Argentino and he came to me intact - he was neutered during the surgery. This all happened in our first month together. I got him home again and thought this was where things would level out - we could get a real fresh start. I nursed Tyson back to health. He started to play, he ate well, sometimes he would sit with me and rest his big head on my lap or ask for pets. As he got better he also got worse. He became extremely reactive to other dogs we encountered on walks. He would growl and lunge at dogs near him, sometimes even dogs across the street or a block away. Twice he growled at a person walking towards us. He would growl if he saw someone in the hallway and we couldn’t get in the elevator if someone else was in there, whether or not they had a dog. It became stressful for both of us - we live in a big building with a lot of people and dogs in the neighborhood - I had him muzzled and would walk him at off-hours, but we inevitably ran into scenarios daily where he became aggressive. He was also growling at me at home. I spoke to the second foster a few more times, and each time we spoke she admitted to more and more instances of aggression. The first few times with me it was just growls - I sought help every way I could and we began training. The next few times it was a growl and lunge - once I had to lock him in my bedroom to keep him from attacking me and twice I had to hide in the kitchen closet when he lunged at me. Reading your stories and writing out ours, in hindsight I realize these were all red flags, but BE never occurred to me. I thought with love, patience, training, routine modifications, hypervigilance and persistence we would be happy and safe together. The final domino was a day like any other. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and he came up to me and nuzzled into my knees to ask for pets. I gently scratched behind his ear and after a moment I noticed him tense up. I stopped petting him and turned toward the sink, standing still and looking away from him. He lowered his head, growled, bared his teeth, and lunged after me. I ran out my front door and couldn’t close it behind me - his snout was sticking out still growling and snarling at me, teeth bared. I was stunned. I live alone. Tyson was about 115 pounds, and fearless. I realized how lucky I’d been to avoid a bite and that not only was I pushing my luck, but I’d never see it coming. I calmed myself down in the hallway and waited for him to retreat. I came inside and immediately looked up additional resources - we needed help. I spoke with some breed specialists and they recommended BE. I was caught completely off guard and I couldn’t accept that we didn’t have another option. I spent hours on the phone with different people familiar with the breed, behaviorists, and the vet and they all told me the most humane, kind thing to do was let him go. I bawled. I had furniture lying sideways to block him from accessing the couch - he came over and put his paw on the table and looked at me, as if he knew what I’d just been told. I realized letting him go was the responsible thing to do, but I was crushed by the weight of the decision. Had I nursed him back to health just to end his life? I questioned every decision I’d made, every interaction we had, what I could have done differently. I wondered why. Why did I feel I was so right for him if this is where we had ended up? I felt like I’d failed him. To compound the issue, he had become something of a social media sensation. I shared that he had passed but purposefully evaded details. I wanted to delete the account I’d made for him, but The Dodo continued to share the story and it had just exploded. I tried to give myself a break from that space to grieve, but I’m realizing how much it is looming over me. People continue to ask what happened and if I will be sharing an update. A few folks had assumed what happened and posted extremely negative comments, so I turned comments off. The rescue had also gotten questions and recently approached me essentially saying if I do not share details, they will. I am incredibly defensive of Tyson and I am also heartbroken over the decision I had to make. I stayed with him while he passed. I held him closer than I’d ever been able to before. I cried endlessly for days. I couldn’t walk in my front door without him, so I would only walk in through the garage, if I left at all. The first time I walked in without him I collapsed into his bed and sobbed. Part of me knows I made an informed, responsible decision, but I haven’t made peace with it yet. I feel I owe it to Tyson to be the one to tell his story, to control the narrative before someone else tries to do it for me, but inviting the criticism and judgement of people who have never had a Lulu terrifies me. I know I cannot properly grieve while I feel like I need to hide the truth, but I am struggling to accept the full weight of the responsibility for my decision. Publicly proclaiming something I still feel shame and pain over when it feels like my hand is being forced. I know this is long and not just about my personal grief. If you have made it this far I truly, truly thank you. I have suffered in silence for months and I can’t hold this alone anymore. I am scared and sad to share his story, but grateful to have found understanding ears and the chance to feel supported and not alone. I hope my Lulu and yours have found peace.

@@ayoutubechannel.1733 SHE LOOKED LIKE A LESBIAN.

They should do the same to that person KARMA will come aroundin that person life

@@ayoutubechannel.1733 Blah blah blah. Two things wrong here. The "rescue" was responsible for finding a proper home for this dog. Dogo Argentinos and any other Pit-type dogs CAN be dangerous. This is just a fact because those types of dogs were specifically developed for dog fighting and aggressiveness. They need very specific types of homes; they aren't right for just any home. Two, the lady who adopted him SHOULD have educated herself about this type of dog before adopting him and being "surprised" by his aggressiveness. She did not HAVE to make the decision to have Tyson killed. And yes, she DID INDEED fail him. Shame on her. She doesn't deserve to have ANY type of dog with her kind of mindset. She should have taken the dog back to the rescue, who seemed to love him so much, and give them time to find just the right type of placement for the dog.

@@blackroan2276 There is no need to be rude in your response.

Not every dog.

the reason it was 8 years is no one wants a face eater

He emits such joy in the wag of his tail

he does!!!!

@@sapphirefox8 9

What a nice stick it is tho 😂👌

The size Tyson is, it’s more like a branch of a tree he could bring home 😂.

If your a dog your a simp

Revlin Geoffrey go back to twitch weirdo

@@Revlin_XD English not your first language?

go away.

Saaaaame!!

@@greaterJAY Me 2.

Hahaha!

Exactly which is why our daughter fostered once & has mom & 2 kittens. And we have other 2 kittens. Lol.

Me too!! I wouldn't be able to let them go!

That's so sad about your Mom and her dog too😔. Your'e so right about dog's loyalty. They're incredible friends to us!

That’s shows their unconditional love they gave us. Truly no one can match that their love , loyalty and how they show their compassion towards human is unmatched .. they’re no different from us hindmost. God created all living things before us do they can live their lives equally to be with us in our world..

What do you mean she was 'found'?

@@ayanbanerjee6161 eh, boundaries?

@@janehallett8326 um I don't know what you mean. Now, I don't want to make assumptions about the death of someone's mom, but maybe some kind of accident? Like they got lost and stuff?

angels

Kashif jamal thank you and may god bless you .

YOU ALL THANKING ANGELS..NEED TO BECOME ONE ..SAVE A SHELTER DOG MONTH OCTOBER.

@@lynnsims9533 that's well said I will be one day. Working on it. Wish me luck

God doesn't have anything to do with this dog being rescued, he was rescued by Humans. Claiming that it was God's work is just stealing. Why anybody would choose to worship such a evil and immoral deity is beyond me, there's no evidence the God of Abraham even exists, in fact, there's more evidence that he doesn't.

Yet, as much trauma as this poor dog suffered? The Nice lady who adopted Tyson, the one he put his paw on and Trusted?? She had him put to death !! Cuz she couldn't train him, I Guarentee SHE did things to set him off. Like grabbing his face & kissing or Not walking him or training him . There was Nothing Wrong with Tyson and if there was? She should have given him back !! But SHE CHOSE to be Boss and Kill Him !!

they put him down for behavior so sad

He has been put down. Dodo should do a follow up on this.

@@denisemezynski8014 I don't understand why she didn't return him tho. It is a disrespect to the rescuers who invested time and efforts in putting him back to shape jusy so she can give up in 3 months 😭

Oh my! WTH. How could she. She was not the caring person she described herself to be. Tyson needs more than an apology, this adoption case needs an investigation. And the big question here is, "why didn't she just take him back"! Did the Rescue Agency do a background check? Don't they do that?

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Seems OBVIOUSLY he (Tyson) was given to the wrong person by an inept so called rescue. They should have taken the dog back afterthe 1st time she claimed he growled/lunged at her. NOTHING was this dogs fault. Why'd she keep the dog after saying she was afraid of him at times. Everyone involved in this, including the Dodo who put out such a video that was supposed to be a feel good one but after 3 months the dog was murdered. Why in hell keep a dog that you're afraid of and is def large enough to kill you....if he ever even choose to. He's displayed as sweet and laid back..... but the Jewish girl that adopted him claimed to view him as having different violent sides to his personality. Is this true or not.....I've no idea...I DO know he should have gone back to the woman who adopted him out!!!! This dog paid with his life for something that probably was NOT his fault at all. Someone in the vid, and in the comment section is lying about Tyson.

@@chainamarie03 I totally agree. Why on earth would this so-called "rescue" offer adoption of this gorgeous alpha breed to somebody who had never had a dog in her life and apparently knew nothing about dog behavior, let alone the breed!! As well, the environment he was placed in was so wrong...tiny apartment, stairs, no yard. Didn't they do a home check? The adopter mentions that he lunged at her but the scenario is not explained.....when a dog senses fear in you, he may act aggressively, because, well.....someone has to be the alpha and the adopter obviously wasn't. This "rescue" should've demanded him back at that point. I have raised and trained many rescued dogs over the years, most of them coming with aggression, fears, phobias, and other unwanted behaviors.....all easily trainable with discipline. To hear that the adopter had him killed in 3 MONTHS for no other reason than her inability to understand, leaves me extremely sorrowful. RIP beautiful Tyson.

@@chainamarie03 I'm so shocked to hear what happened. They seemed like such a good match in the video. Do you have a link to the story?

@@chainamarie03 what are you talking about??? Omg what???

Amen August! Such a beautiful thing to see!

Hate it that he was so sad tho in the beginning. :( Dogs have feelings too! 😥

@@kendracrump3005 Amen again, I have tears but a beautiful ending. These people do such a wonderful job.

Thank you sweet angel ❤️❤️🐶🐶🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

@@kendracrump3005 Dogs have more feelings than a lot of humans

That's not how you spell "awful", FYI Tyson's mom killed him 3 months after his adoption.

Agree. ❤️❤️

It’s a shame and heartbreaking that his new owner Sarah in video had him euthanized in January for behavioral problems, after having him for just 3 months. He was unhappy in her home from day 1 (which she admits in her Instagram). It was not at all the happy homecoming this video makes it seem. Tyson needed a home with its own yard in a quieter area where he could feel secure and safe, not a small apartment where he’d be stressed out by having to encounter multiple strangers and new dogs every time he had to go outside. It took a toll on him mentally and emotionally. I feel so badly for him; he could’ve had a long, happy life in a different situation.

@@catecraig2487 oh noo :((

@@catecraig2487 omg!!! That’s awful!!!

Evil b*tch had him put down instead of finding him a proper home -- not in an apartment building in a crowded city with too many people and other dogs around all the time every time he went outside. I hate her.

Beautiful comment!

He didn't get his happy ending in a forever home. There is nothing good about this story after Tyson was adopted. He should've stayed with the foster mom who really loved him, Sarah was fake in the video. She's really evil she had him put down after 3 months because she didn't like his behavior. Instead of finding him a proper home, not in an apartment building in a crowded city with other dogs and people around every time he had to go outside, she had him put down. The rescue organization asked for her to give him back but instead she chose to end his life. Epic failure of an adoption. This should not have been allowed to happen to Tyson. It makes me sick.

I'm quite sure the story is a bit sharpened, you know first time meeting, however mr. Doggy knew

Instant trust.....his new mom must be someone really special.

@White Rider Why are you so bitter?

@White Rider ...survive this moment...no one invited you to join so you're perfectly safe. ;)

@White Rider We protect them, feed them, give them a roof, nurse them back to health when they are sick, teach them right from wrong. So your statement doesn't hold up. Just because they aren't human children, doesn't mean they aren't children in a sense. They trust us to take care of them in the ways we take care of our children. Just because you don't think that way doesn't make it any less true. I don't like human children, but I don't go around calling those youtube channels that do stories about them cults. Like my parents taught me. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Thank you for your comment and for trying to educate people. These dogs are not viscous evil killers like some would say. They are just dogs like any other dog and I think you can see from Tyson that they have real feelings like people. I wish people would open their hearts and minds.

whats about his looks?

NOT TRUE! Look at my profile picture. I'm just like you'd think I was.

Tyson's name was changed to Nutsack 👍

Wow, a real comedian...

What a big gental precious baby. Praise God he has a new home.

If you go to Tyson's Instagram account, you will read the sad news that he passed away a short time ago. So very sad.

He was put down

I’m so happy for him‼️👍😍

Perfect match?? He was put down by her after 3 months.

@@bonitanorman6901 she had him put down - just 3 months later.

❤

You are so right!!! I’ve had cats all my life, but have always wanted a dog to retire with me!!

Exactly 💯 But, who wouldn't love them❤️🐾🙏

@@neverlate639 I was never asking about any dogs??!!

There is nothing good about this story after Tyson was adopted. She was fake in the video. She's really evil she had him put down after 3 months because she didn't like his behavior. Instead of finding him a proper home, not in an apartment building in a crowded city with other dogs and people around every time he had to go outside, she had him put down. The rescue organization asked for her to give him back but instead she chose to end his life. Epic failure of an adoption. This should not have been allowed to happen to Tyson. It makes me sick.

you betcha they know. you have to foster at least one to see how true this is.

No he didn't. She was fake in the video. She's really evil she had him put down after 3 months because she didn't like his behavior. Instead of finding him a proper home, not in an apartment building in a crowded city with other dogs and people around every time he had to go outside, she had him put down. Epic failure of an adoption. This should not have been allowed to happen to Tyson. It makes me sick.

What happened to the owner ? I missed that part

@@justlauren3253 It is explained at the beginning of the video, the owner was ill and died in the house, the dog stayed in the cage until they found them.

@@Atomskayser oh my gosh that is so horrible. My mom and i are getting a rescue dog soon from a shelter. Its a 2 year old boy Shih tzu mix that is fearful of men. We dont know what happened yet but I would absolutely love getting a rescue so i can spoil and love it to death. Dogs are people too :)

According to the comments she put him down after 3 months.

I was thinking the same thing. There must be a medical reason because that's usually the first thing a rescue does.

Exactly!

The adopter came along and wanted to adopt him before he was officially available. We were treating him for multiple skin infections, chronic gi upset, and being underweight. He was not a candidate for neuter or elective procedure, even if his age wasn't a factor (it is! He's very old for a dog his size). The adopter generously offered to take over his medical care. If he can be neutered, he will be. Thank you for your understanding

Rachel G There’s no reason to neuter him as long as you keep him away from intact female dogs.

@@rgozman I see! Usually this is addressed in other videos,etc. I've seen. Thanks Rachel- maybe I shouldn't have commented. I meant no disrespect. Bless you all as rescuers, the adopter and this sweet old dog who deserves her wonderful care!

I also have a Dogo Argentino, (same breed as Tyson), she is the absolute friendliest dog in the world. Many people are initially scared but after 2 minutes everyone falls in love with her and wants to take her home

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It’s people who know nothing about dog’s who have plenty to say! Idiotic in my opinion, yes I was a rescuer & yes I do have experience of rescuing dog’s big time. But not in America.

Thats a beautiful dog

@@jmatthews5336 It sure is! It's a beautiful breed, in the right hands

You are awesome. I took in a pup with parvo virus at 6weeks. Long journey short. He made a full recovery and is now 5 months and we love him sooo much. Toby Turbo Terway . Blessings to everyone who helps these great furbabies that want to just love. Give them time and for the most part they will come around nicely. To my beloved G.S. miss you and TY for being Toby's angel. ❤🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

God bless Sarah & Tyson. They have found what they needed to make their lives fuller. Wishing you many more years of happiness.

He didn't get his happy ending. There is nothing good about this story after Tyson was adopted. He should've stayed with the foster mom who really loved him, Sarah was fake in the video. She's really evil she had him put down after 3 months because she didn't like his behavior. Instead of finding him a proper home, not in an apartment building in a crowded city with other dogs and people around every time he had to go outside, she had him put down. The rescue organization asked for her to give him back but instead she chose to end his life. Epic failure of an adoption. This should not have been allowed to happen to Tyson. It makes me sick.

If the shelter had truly loved Tyson they would never have forced him to be "adopted" by an inexperienced woman with a cramped apartment and no yard to run around freely in. The only time he was allowed outside was for a walk on a leash! They seem to care about warm, fuzzy social media videos rather than Tyson himself. However, the shelter are not anywhere near as evil as that repulsive woman, Sarah, who had Tyson put down for "behavioural issues" after 91 days, even though the shelter offered to take him back.

Tyson was killed, euthanized, shortly after this woman adopted him. They're not showing the whole story

@@gnoe4815 I had no idea she did that to him.

@@katrinarepine3879 All the info is available and a number of people having seen this video were outraged, yet TheDodo refuses to add info like that as it would mean less donations

Exactly 💯 was I was thinking ... they ha e better hearts 💕 some humans

@@gnoe4815 Someone should just euthanize the whole fucking planet. No more life = no more pain and suffering.

people tell me i'm nuts....i say that it's pheromones released when we have love and goodness for dogs.....they seem to find me.....

She turned out not to be so good. She had him killed.

She was fake in the video. She's really evil she had him put down after 3 months because she didn't like his behavior. Instead of finding him a proper home, not in an apartment building in a crowded city with other dogs and people around every time he had to go outside, she had him put down. Epic failure of an adoption. This should not have been allowed to happen to Tyson. It makes me sick.

Me too I have that same bowl I do hope she gets him neutered

They will get him a nice bed but leave him intact..smh

@@chrispatjones6254 This dog looks like an Argentine Dogo. Neutering males too early can cause adverse health effects, hip dysplasia for example. Testicles are not just for reproduction but for the production of hormones necessary to an animals Heath. I believe this decision should be left up to the dog owner and the vet. Not necessarily the peanut gallery that isn’t familiar with this breed or the medial issues that go along with large dogs like this one.

He is now gone. Euthanized by the owner

@@MegaSyahdan why? The way you say that sounds really harsh when there are any number of reasons she could have made that decision. He was elderly when she adopted him. Can you clarify?

@@marianne1194 Don't believe everything you read on the internet !!!!!!

@@clridesagain7308 ha! Stfu!

@@marianne1194 well I followed the owner's IG and the information is all in there. In summary, after a while, Tyson has attitude problem, he bite the owner without certain reason. The owner sort of freaked out by this attitude and started to feel insecure about it. Suddenly the last post was that tyson passed away and the owner said not to judge her by that decision. Later found out that the previous foster repeatedly asked Tyson to be returned if she was burdened by him but she decided to euthanized him instead. The fact checks out and confirmed by several people involved in the process

And we need fewer people who buys these dogs for fighting or in the hopes that they'll look tough.

Absolute right !!! 👍

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@@Afroii sorry I didn 't know....can I like this now ?

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