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Can't quite figure out the show (don't watch commercial TV), but it sure reminds me of The Producers.
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Here's my two rescue dogs.
On the left we have Boston, a Rottweiler mix.
He was heavily neglected and lived his early life in chain. I met him for the first time when he was around 3 years old, I filed charges against the former "owners" and took him back home with me. He was heavily frustrated, aggressive, anxious, he simply didn't know how to be a dog. I worked with him for almost a year before he was able to even enter a dog park. Now it's a perfect spoiled dog and he loves everybody.
On the right we have Tito.
Tito was found on the road, limping. He was hit by a car, badly, so I took care of him. He was a street dog, approximately 3 years old. He's a very calm and balanced dog, it was way easier compared to the poor Boston. He immediately settled in, never gave me a single problem honestly.
Here's Dr. Jekyll, my sister's dog. He's an unknown mix, 1 and a half year old. He was hit by a car, he risked amputation of his right leg, which is now shorter as you can see. He suffers from arthritis when he plays a lot, we'll figure out what to do in the future to make him as much comfortable as possible.
I've heard about his sad story from a friend, I met him as soon as I could and since my sister wanted a dog, I thought about make them meet. I knew he was the right dog for her.
My sister fall in love immediately, she adopted him but it was hard. During the first couple of months he barked A LOT, showed aggressive behaviour (he loved to bite hands) and anxiety. We later discovered that he switched 3 different homes before meeting us.
Now he's a great dog and once a week it stays with me, Boston and Tito for the weekend. I can't describe how much I love him, I'm literaly crying while I'm writing this message.
When I'm not at work, I dedicate my life to animals. It just cleanse my soul, it makes me feel useful and alive. Since I've got my first dog, I'm a new man.
On the left we have Boston, a Rottweiler mix.
He was heavily neglected and lived his early life in chain. I met him for the first time when he was around 3 years old, I filed charges against the former "owners" and took him back home with me. He was heavily frustrated, aggressive, anxious, he simply didn't know how to be a dog. I worked with him for almost a year before he was able to even enter a dog park. Now it's a perfect spoiled dog and he loves everybody.
On the right we have Tito.
Tito was found on the road, limping. He was hit by a car, badly, so I took care of him. He was a street dog, approximately 3 years old. He's a very calm and balanced dog, it was way easier compared to the poor Boston. He immediately settled in, never gave me a single problem honestly.
Here's Dr. Jekyll, my sister's dog. He's an unknown mix, 1 and a half year old. He was hit by a car, he risked amputation of his right leg, which is now shorter as you can see. He suffers from arthritis when he plays a lot, we'll figure out what to do in the future to make him as much comfortable as possible.
I've heard about his sad story from a friend, I met him as soon as I could and since my sister wanted a dog, I thought about make them meet. I knew he was the right dog for her.
My sister fall in love immediately, she adopted him but it was hard. During the first couple of months he barked A LOT, showed aggressive behaviour (he loved to bite hands) and anxiety. We later discovered that he switched 3 different homes before meeting us.
Now he's a great dog and once a week it stays with me, Boston and Tito for the weekend. I can't describe how much I love him, I'm literaly crying while I'm writing this message.
When I'm not at work, I dedicate my life to animals. It just cleanse my soul, it makes me feel useful and alive. Since I've got my first dog, I'm a new man.
"Are you just going to stand there looking at me or are you going to move so I can pull out?"
Thank you for rescuing and socializing your dogs. God bless you.
"Frequent Flyer" Lucky Dog on a stop over.
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Working with animals is good work for me. I also reserve my right to pick and choose, as they do me. Mutual agreements is one way of looking at it.
This morning as I left the house a lovely white tail doe and I took a bit of time together. Quite grateful here at the mountain's forest edge, where it's only a matter of paying attention.
This morning as I left the house a lovely white tail doe and I took a bit of time together. Quite grateful here at the mountain's forest edge, where it's only a matter of paying attention.
Thanks! Pixel has some interesting markings. The brown mark above her right eye reminds me of an eyebrow, though it is not.
I'm already blessed... by their company.
Today I'm happy to introduce you Lilla.
She's Tito's mother and she's a beautiful fluffy 10+ years old sausage of love.
She lived together with Tito and (supposedly) other 2/3 puppies as strays. I met her and Tito later, so I don't know what happened to the other puppies (or the father). People in the neighborhood told me that one got adopted, one died, one disappeared.
After Tito's incident I couldn't put him back there, so I adopted him leaving her all alone. Luckily, she's always been the neighborhood's princess and everybody give her food (too much if you ask me), water, shelter, and love. She have two doghouses and a big wood house full of blankets and treats. I give her antiparassitics and monitor her health constantly, so she's in good hands.
But she's a natural stray, and no matter if you invite her in your home, she'll always come back to her street, which is safe from running cars. She's ALWAYS there and knows her s**t, so I'm not worried.
I go visit her everyday and sometimes I bring my dogs with me. She's happy, she's lovely.
The new pup...got her from the shelter just over a month ago, she just turned 1.
Boston and Tito. Summer 2018, Tuscany.
They're a bit of a polarizing breed but I've known a couple and they have been really nice dogs. My Penny's best buddy is a Pit.
Funny thing is, they're about the same size but Ollie is almost twice as heavy as Penny so when they wrestle Ollie has a big advantage. Plus he's like a tractor with one forward gear.
Approximately 6 years ago I was bitten in the face by a big Cane Corso. He almost sliced my entire face in half, but I was extremely lucky. So lucky I can't believe it, even now after all these years. Surgery worked extremely well, I healed very fast and scars are not very visible. But it was tough and painful.
That was a very sad period of my life since I knew that dog since he was a puppy and, despite my desire to meet him again, his owners decided to not make it happen for a very, very long time.
I loved him no matter what and I was sad because I wanted to find closure and peace, in some way. Unfortunately, he was put to sleep not so long after I finally met him again due to a tumor in his cerebellum which caused massive vestibular syndrome. He wasn't able to walk anymore, he wasn't the same dog anymore and it was hearthbreaking to look at a so big and proud animal in that state. It still hurts when I think about him.
Beautiful pictures and beautiful dogs.
What I like about pitties and molossian dogs in general (including half-breeds) is the kind of affection they usually show to human beings. It's deep, it's visceral, it's very similar to my ideal concept of "bond" with a dog. I constantly meet a large number of dogs and it seems that I can understand pitties behaviour better than any other breed. It's like they talk to me, literaly.
He reminds me of Boston. Beautiful spoiled dog!
Dog fighting is something I never experienced myself and luckily it's not popular here. I'll never understand why humans feel the need to torture and kill (or watch other creatures do it).
Look back in the thread, I've posted seven various Pits.
My boy Loki, my daughter's little Chula girl, and fosters Billy, Sadie, Boomer, Duke and Duchess, as well as a few non Pittie friends we've baby-sat for.
I agree they are lovely dogs.
I've found they can bounce back from some very bad situations to become stable well adjusted sweet, sweet dogs.
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