Yessir... he was obviously cared for initially. He was in good health and already neutered, so somebody spent $$ to get that done.
Animal control found him on the street. No collar, no chip... filthy, with the tip of his tail taped and bloody. I was the first one to see him sitting in the drop off. Staff hadn't checked him, washed him or made a "kennel card" for him yet.
Not sure if I told the story yet (I'm sure I did... I'm old and forgetful already). I asked one of the staff to make his card so I could get the number for adoption. I was volunteering and was in 2 hours before the public. My application to adopt him was in 5 minutes later. He came in Sunday night, I was there Monday morning. I was back with toys and treats Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Picked him up Saturday December 5th.
When they walked him out from the back, as soon as he saw me he pulled on the leash right toward me. He was like... "That's my dude!"
He was a wild, 9 month old, 50 lb ball of muscle. No boundaries. He is now a calm, well mannered 59 lb ball of muscle with rules, boundaries and limitations. Vet says he is ideal weight, great teeth, ears, no parasites, and a happy boy.
Read three dog training books and we've learned together. Regulars at the dog park marvel at his transformation from day 1 (ignoring me and running amok) to now.
Wifey didn't want a dog... she loves him. Kisses me goodbye every morning, then kisses him. lol
