My name is Rosie!

This is one of the hardest posts I’ve ever had to write 💔

Rosie is food aggressive, and despite working with trainers, feeding separately, and picking up bowls immediately after meals, new triggers continue to pop up. Recently, she went after one of my cats for sniffing around where she eats in the mornings. It scared me, and I know one day I may not be home or fast enough to intervene.

She is otherwise the sweetest girl—so loving, happy, and full of life. When food isn’t involved, she’s wrestling with my Australian shepherd or napping with the cats. She’s 7 years old, gets the biggest zoomies, and brings so much joy. She’s loves to play “where’s Rosie” on the bed and will let you know when she wants belly slappies. Her favorite pastime is rolling in nice green grass.

This decision breaks my heart because other than the food aggression, she’s literally the perfect girl. She’s house broken, loves walks or being lazy, and she has such a silly personality.