So, (you with me wee Marko?) I have a wonderful observation.
I have two dogs. Both are rescued from a shelter. Michigan Humane Society to be exact.
Lola, the SR. lady of the house, was welcomed as a result of Tailgunner continuing to request a dog but Dad was still hurting over having to put down the previous shelter rescue that lived with us for 17 years. She no longer had total control of her bowels and was very ashamed for not going outside when duty calls. The reason was there are two steps to the door and two steps outside, and she really could not negotiate the steps any longer and Dad would carry her out when she was home. She was in constant pain and her tail would wag infrequently, only when laying down and Dad givin her some lovin.
It really bothered me to play God and take her life but, she was not happy and in constant pain due to hip displasia.
Enter Lola. I finally caved to Tailgunner with the understanding it was his dog and his responsibility to take care of (and guess who ended up taking care of her). We toured the shelter to look for a candidate. Dad was not really keen on any of the candidates because a mandate of "No pit Bulls" was laid down my Mrs. Malto. This of course was part of the criteria but Dad was looking for a smart, young, trainable dog that could be happy in most any situation. After the first run through, Tailgunner had his eye on a 2 year old Malmute/Shepard mix but spent some time looking at a blue and brown eyed mixed hound. I told him we need to go home and sleep on it then visit again tomorrow. We did.
We talked about the differences between the dogs and it was decided that we would go back and see the blue eyed hound mix. We asked to have contact with the dog to see her personality. In the room she was very happy to be with humans, was so happy, she peed on my shoes while I was greeting her, and, Tailgunner greeted her first. We finished the greet period and Tailgunner asked, "What do you think?" My response was, that dog (she was 6 months old, and had short hair on the front but, still a long coat on her back end and this was July). My response was, this dog has been neglected or abused she seems to be friendly, and I can help you train her. I believe she is trainable. Lola comes home with us.
It turns out, Lola has separation anxiety which was not a surprise given her story to get to the shelter we are taking her home to. It took Lola a little over a year to realize she was not going to be handed off to somewhere else, she was home. When Lola decieded to sleep in her bed for the major amount of time in the day (except when Dad came home because she was goin for a walk....after 6 years in our house) I decided she needed a buddy to keep her active, but, this one was going to be Dad's dog.
Dad wanted a puppy to train from the get go because, Lola was still standoffish to human training or affection. Make no mistake, she knew what was not acceptable but, she was a loner and sought nothing in terms of play or affection.
I could write another 3 paragraphs on the experience in getting Rosie (the Pup) but, not necessary right now. Upon filling out the paperwork and tending the check for the pup, I am told. "You might want to check your local laws and insurance coverage regarding pit bulls". My response was why? This is a Hound mix. Yup, mixed with pit bull. I said, doesn't matter, it is not the breed, it is how they are treated if they are a danger.
Rosie grows up and Lola tolerates.
I get to witness daily a ballet of two dogs wrestling with each other but neither wanting to hurt the other.
It is a beautiful thing.
I have two dogs. Both are rescued from a shelter. Michigan Humane Society to be exact.
Lola, the SR. lady of the house, was welcomed as a result of Tailgunner continuing to request a dog but Dad was still hurting over having to put down the previous shelter rescue that lived with us for 17 years. She no longer had total control of her bowels and was very ashamed for not going outside when duty calls. The reason was there are two steps to the door and two steps outside, and she really could not negotiate the steps any longer and Dad would carry her out when she was home. She was in constant pain and her tail would wag infrequently, only when laying down and Dad givin her some lovin.
It really bothered me to play God and take her life but, she was not happy and in constant pain due to hip displasia.
Enter Lola. I finally caved to Tailgunner with the understanding it was his dog and his responsibility to take care of (and guess who ended up taking care of her). We toured the shelter to look for a candidate. Dad was not really keen on any of the candidates because a mandate of "No pit Bulls" was laid down my Mrs. Malto. This of course was part of the criteria but Dad was looking for a smart, young, trainable dog that could be happy in most any situation. After the first run through, Tailgunner had his eye on a 2 year old Malmute/Shepard mix but spent some time looking at a blue and brown eyed mixed hound. I told him we need to go home and sleep on it then visit again tomorrow. We did.
We talked about the differences between the dogs and it was decided that we would go back and see the blue eyed hound mix. We asked to have contact with the dog to see her personality. In the room she was very happy to be with humans, was so happy, she peed on my shoes while I was greeting her, and, Tailgunner greeted her first. We finished the greet period and Tailgunner asked, "What do you think?" My response was, that dog (she was 6 months old, and had short hair on the front but, still a long coat on her back end and this was July). My response was, this dog has been neglected or abused she seems to be friendly, and I can help you train her. I believe she is trainable. Lola comes home with us.
It turns out, Lola has separation anxiety which was not a surprise given her story to get to the shelter we are taking her home to. It took Lola a little over a year to realize she was not going to be handed off to somewhere else, she was home. When Lola decieded to sleep in her bed for the major amount of time in the day (except when Dad came home because she was goin for a walk....after 6 years in our house) I decided she needed a buddy to keep her active, but, this one was going to be Dad's dog.
Dad wanted a puppy to train from the get go because, Lola was still standoffish to human training or affection. Make no mistake, she knew what was not acceptable but, she was a loner and sought nothing in terms of play or affection.
I could write another 3 paragraphs on the experience in getting Rosie (the Pup) but, not necessary right now. Upon filling out the paperwork and tending the check for the pup, I am told. "You might want to check your local laws and insurance coverage regarding pit bulls". My response was why? This is a Hound mix. Yup, mixed with pit bull. I said, doesn't matter, it is not the breed, it is how they are treated if they are a danger.
Rosie grows up and Lola tolerates.
I get to witness daily a ballet of two dogs wrestling with each other but neither wanting to hurt the other.
It is a beautiful thing.
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