
I chose to take Dub with me for an eight-day retreat with fellow believers to celebrate the biblical holiday of Tabernacles. My friends had reserved a group camp site with a larger gazebo and fire pit for our time together at Lake Mary Ronan State Park. Most of our friends have either a 5th wheel or an RV. I don’t have either a 5th wheel or an RV, and I’m so over tenting/sleeping on the ground! There is a small cabin resort about 3 miles away from the State Park where I was able to rent a small cabin for Dub and me for the entire eight days.
We arrived Friday evening. Saturday, the Sabbath, we gathered for worship, prayer and fellowship. On Saturday, our son, Spencer, his fiancé, Sarah and her mom, Catherine, arrived in Kalispell for wedding planning things. They stayed with Ben at our home and I joined them from Sunday to Monday. I returned to the cabin late Monday (after prepping the house for a showing on Tuesday).
Something odd happened on Tuesday when I joined my friends at the state park. There was a young man – the nephew of one of my friends who is both developmentally and physically disabled. He was petting Dub who was off leash while I was on the other side of the campsite. Dub, unprovoked, bit this young man in the butt. It was more of a nip, and he did not bite hard enough to break the skin, but it hurt anyway! I was told about it and put Dub in the truck.
There was nothing unusual that happened with Dub until Friday evening. Dub and I had spent the afternoon at the cabin. A friend had come to visit and afterwards I prepared food for Friday’s evening meal, as well as food for the Sabbath potluck. Dub and I returned to the campsite for the evening meal. Dub seemed to want to be in the truck, so I put him in there through the meal. When I went to the truck to put on additional layers, I decided to bring Dub with me to the fire. He was on a leash. Many of us were sitting around the fire while kids and the other dogs played and ran around. New people had come, and while we were at the fire a couple of cars came in too. It was getting dark, but there was a lot of activity all around the campsite. I had Dub’s leash in my left hand and he was in “down” just to the left and behind the camp chair I was sitting in. All of a sudden, he erupted into violent barking and he lunged at something to my left. My camp chair toppled over and I fell hard onto my left hip. I was able to hang onto the leash, and I really did not know what had happened. Someone stepped in and took the leash and pulled Dub back. I couldn’t get up. I put my hand up and asked for help getting up…. someone pulled me to my feet. I immediately took Dub to the truck and then came back to the fire. Everyone was in a stir, and I was told that Dub had bit a 7-year-old boy. Shock set in and I was trembling violently. One of my friends put her arms around me and held me a bit and we all talked over what had happened. I was injured also – the fall on my left hip was pretty hard. Praising God that my hip did not break!
After I pulled myself together, I knew I needed to talk with the boy and his parents. I did not see any of them anywhere, and someone suggested that they might have gone into their trailer. A man friend volunteered to go with me to the trailer as I did not know how the parents were going to react. We knocked, but the trailer appeared empty. Shaking and tearyness had set in… I headed back to the cabin to regroup.
About an hour later there was a knock on the cabin door. I opened it and the boy’s parents were there. I asked them in and they both met me with such gentleness and compassion with big hugs. We talked for a while, and they reassured me that they were not mad at me. The dad has had livestock dogs all of his life and has seen the “aggression switch” flip on in many of them. They absolutely did not pressure me in any way, but the dad offered to put Dub down if that was what I ultimately chose to do. I told him I’d think about it. Sleepless night Friday night…. What an awful time of thinking about what had happened, and the choice I might be facing.
Saturday morning, we women had a study at 10 am. So grateful I went (leaving Dub in the truck) as they loved on me a lot and it was a comfort. I had thought about how I might have reacted if I were the mom of the boy who was attacked. I can be a “mama bear” if my kids are threatened. I asked all of them for forgiveness for bringing a dog I couldn’t control into the camp, and for bringing such a threat to them and their families. They were so very gracious to me.
I spent the rest of Saturday at the cabin and down on the dock. I was very shaken, and my body felt pretty beat up. I was also so full of tears….
Sunday morning was packing up to head home. After I went down to the lakeshore to pray, on my way back to the cabin, there was a man coming down the road towards us. I had Dub on leash and had his leash tied to the rail at the top of my chair. The man seemed like he was going to approach Dub and I said, “please do not come near the dog. He is not a good dog.” Just after that, Dub went into full on attack. He lunged towards the man who was on the other side of the road. Everything went flying, but the knot on the top of the chair held and I was able to hang on to the chair rail and hold Dub back from getting to the man. It was so so scary for the man and for me. The man kept going and I gathered my blankets and coffee cup. I put Dub in the truck. I knew that Dub had really sealed his fate – and I said to him as I put in the truck, “you are done.”
I went to the campsite after I’d packed up and asked forgiveness of the boy and his older brother (who was very angry at Dub’s attack on his brother). They forgave me. I also asked forgiveness of my friend who is the uncle of the handicapped young man for what Dub had done to him. Everyone was so kind and gracious.
I texted the mom of the boy who was attacked and asked if her husband was still willing to come and shoot Dub. She affirmed that he was, and we agreed that he and the two oldest boys would come around 7.
Shortly after I got home, Dub got aggressive with Re’ah (our 11 month old golden retriever pup). I put Dub in the truck for the rest of the afternoon. Grieving, grieving… I was there when Dub was conceived. I met him when he was two weeks old. I have loved him and trained him and taken care of him – trying so hard to make him the best dog he could be. I have prayed over him asking the Father to keep him healthy, to give him a long life, to bless him with a peaceful, loving and obedient spirit. He has been my constant companion; he has been at my feet during all of the long hours of prayer both at the swing and, when it was too cold, in the upstairs bedroom. I did everything I could to make him a great dog. Something happened on Friday night – a switch was flipped, and he became dangerous and unpredictable. I realized that I was afraid of him and what he had become. I was afraid that he would hurt Ben (most of his attacks have been on males). I was afraid that he would turn on me. I was afraid that he would attack and try to kill people who come on our property. The only responsible choice was to put him down. If he hurt or killed someone, it would be fully my responsibility.
My friend and his sons came Sunday night to kill Dub. They were so kind to me – and to him. I had given Dub a couple of sedatives (I was afraid that he would attack them!). They first dug the grave, and then took him over to it. My friend, with one shot to the forehead, killed him. I couldn’t bear to be there – I had gone down to the swing to wait it out.
When I thought that they would be near to finished filling the grave, I went in to the house and got Ben and we went over and thanked them. They left shortly after that.
This morning at prayer…. no Dub at my feet… I was so angry at God. I had prayed over Dub and done my absolute best with him. That his life would end this way was so so hard to bear. I could not understand why my Father, God/YHWH, would have allowed all of this! I questioned His faithfulness to me. I questioned His love for me. WHY?!?
The Father has been showing me a lot these past couple of weeks. Experiential learning is really powerful for me. He has shown me the truth of what the Bible says about what happens after we people die. She’ol/Hades is real, and Jesus/Yeshua’s story of Lazarus and the Rich Man (Luke 16:19-31) gives a clear picture of what can be expected for those who choose indifference or hostility to YHWH/the LORD and Yeshua, and who choose not to follow YHWH/Yeshua (Jesus) fully and completely with their whole mind, heart, soul, spirit and body. It was made horrifyingly real to me on the Day of Atonement (which I kept from Monday, September 21-nightfall Tuesday, September 22). But that’s another story.
The Father gave me an understanding of what had just happened with Dub that was truly life shaking.
God, Himself, is there when we are conceived – it is His spark of life through His Spirit that gives us life. He has created each and every one of us. I was there when Dub was conceived and have loved him deeply these three years. The Father showed me that He is with each and every person, in each and every day and time of our lives. He loves us infinitely and He gives us life circumstances and challenges to turn us towards Him because He loves us. He never stops loving us with His infinite and intimate love, but He is also the God of choice. He is always inviting, and He longs for us to say yes to walking with Him in His ways. But as the God of free choice, He always always respects our choices – whether we choose to be with Him and love Him, or whether we choose to go another way.
I did not stop loving Dub when the aggression happened. I thought about various strategies to try and keep people and dogs safe from him. But when it became clear that my ideas would not protect people if Dub went on the attack, it came down to my personal responsibility. I chose to have Dub. I did my best to make him a great dog. I did not foresee that he would turn into a killer, but now, if he hurt or, God forbid!, killed someone, their suffering and/or their death would be fully my responsibility. The only right choice was to have him killed to protect others from him.
The Father showed me that just as I have been grieving horribly at the necessity of killing Dub, the Father/YHWH grieves when the people whom He created make the final choice to reject His invitation to walk with Him. Ultimately, just as I had to make the choice to take Dub’s life, the Father, in protecting the others He loves, will choose to take out those who reject Him. He will remove them from the potential or ability to lead others away from Him into ultimate eternal extinction, for the good of His people and His creation – all of which He loves infinitely. I imagined the awful and infinite grief of the Father. He is always having to make that horrible decision/choice out of His love for His people. It is our choice to follow and obey Him, but If we choose another way, He will kill us for all eternity. Yes, we have free choice, but the consequences of our choices are far worse than anything we have ever imagined.
My heart hurts so badly, and my body has bruises and contusions that also remind me of all that has happened in the last several days. It seems that I needed to go more deeply into understanding Who the Father is – and the only way for me to do that was to walk out the loss of Dub. I am grateful that no one was badly hurt or killed, and that my own injuries will heal. I am grateful that He has revealed more truth to me – even though this truth is a bitter pill to swallow. I know that YHWH, my Father does love me with His infinite love, and that in His faithfulness, He will make me into the woman He wants me to be. He has allowed this pain, and I know He is good – and the lesson is infinitely valuable. And I am able to praise Him in it and for it…. even as difficult as it all has been.
I had Dub killed Sunday night (October 4, 2026). He is missed. May he rest in peace.




