My dogs come from shelters or the asshat who decided to dump the dog. My baby girl, Sugar was the dumped dog. Some idiot dumped her and her puppies. She showed up when she needed water and the puppies were dead. My first day with Sugar went like this, Are you a nice dog? Do you know how to get in the car? Oh, I forgot , I live in Texas...do you know how to load up?
When asked to load up. she was in the car. I took her to the vet I trusted so I could make sure she was healthy. The vet asked if I could leave her for a little while. When I came back, Sugar wanted me and only me.
My other guy, Pilot; If I could have found his original owners; I would've called the cops. His nickname is Stinky Butt because he didn't trust me or the dog named Sugar. It took almost 2 years for him to be a nice guy with anyone besides me. My father mentioned this week he doesn't bark at him anymore and doesn't try to bite him. That took 9 years.
My baby is old. His personality isn't the best, but it's his personality. As the song sings, He's MIne!
Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning; the devil shudders...And yells OH #%*+! SHE'S AWAKE!