While I appreciate your input, when I said I had done everything I thought I could, I wasn't really holding back information. Tucker has seen 2 professional behaviorists, the second of which told me to put him down. (However, once she found out I wasn't going to put him down, she immediately sided with me and wanted to prescribe meds for him like doggie prozac). Naturally, this made me hate her and her industry. Tucker has been to classroom training. Tucker has been privately trained with me an a gentleman named George Cockrell who was recommended to me by Martin Deeley. Unfortunately, due to the fact that I have to work to stay alive, I cannot devote every hour of every day to him or else I would. The real breakdown in Tuckers life, I guess, is me since I am not in a position to actually spend that amount of time on him.
Most trainers simply state that the only way he can be properly managed is to bring him to such a high level of discipline that he is always being 'controlled' and has not opportunity to be any other way than mindful. Great in concept, but not possible given the schedule and situation. So, the muzzle was the next best thing. It's the whole loaded gun on the table analogy. If you leave it there, loaded, eventually someone is going to get hurt. By disarming Tucker with the muzzle we can be sure noone will get bitten.
Trust me, we even researched having his teeth blunted and rubber capped. Humane or not, it wouldn't solve his base aggressively reactive nature.
Like I said, he's not outwardly aggressive, he only bites when put into a situation by someone. I think his aggression would be titled 'resource guarding' and I am his resource. The only liberty I cannot take with him myself is the ability to take something from him that he has stolen (tissue, q-tips, etc stolen from the waste bin), however, I can call him away from any of these things easily and then pick them up once he leaves them. Even if we drop a steak on the floor, he will leave it for me (and most often, my wife as well).
And trust me when I say I am aware of everything that can go wrong with a baby... Fingers through the muzzle, tail pulling, pinching.... But, alternatively, you just never know. He may latch onto the new child as a resource and may guard our new boy with his life.
If I were to have to rehome him, which I will resist with all my being until left with no other option, is a solo reclusive person with very infrequent guests who lives in a suburban area with room for him to run. Not easy to find as you might well imagine.
We'll soon know what the case will be.