Our first 2 dogs were rescue dogs from paws. The 1st was a beautifully timid pointer, who as soon as she heard a man’s voice, crouched and pissed on the floor. It took years for her to get used to me, in her last years, she was the most loving thing you could ever meet. Her name was Molly (Malone).
Our 2nd dog, who we got a few months after Molly was a Shepard cross (naturally we called him Sam!). He was very aggressive, and he had burn marks all over his body, where the absolute Cnut who had him before, was putting out cigarettes on him. He had cuts and bruises all over him. The poor dog only knew that defensive actions were his only method, but he was one of the smartest dogs I ever met. He knew within a couple of weeks that we were a loving family, and adjusted so quickly.
We had them for 11 years or so, they both died within a month of each other. We were heartbroken, especially when it coincided with the death of my dad, 2 uncles and a big loss for my family in another personal way. Those 3 months were the worst of our lives. So what to do, but get another dog. 2 years later!
We didn’t go to the charities this time, but in 2015 we got this dog that we were told was going to be put down because he was the runt of the litter. Oh god. He’s a gorgeous mutt, but bless him, he has no intelligence AT ALL. NONE. He knocks the kids over, he eats his own shit, he runs into doors, he sees something he wants and goes for it, no matter how perilous it is to his safety… This dog (Rocky… Do you see a trend here?) will probably mean that we will not get a large dog again. He is such hard work, and having a kid with special needs, means that it will be a long time before we get a dog again. Unless it’s to help the SN child.
So in short, dogs are great, and people who hurt them are cnuts.
Just had to, as the title of this thread says… Thanks for listening.