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Tied Down
His name is Dino, named by his original owners.
History, original owners took him to the dog drop with a note that they were gone 10+ hours a day and he was kenneled and it wasn't fair to the dog.
Pup wasn't socialized too well, so the shelter ran him through a foster home where he learned basic discipline (sit for a treat or leash, worked on jumping up, and worked on him being a little too mouthy and taking treats gently).
Once they were sure he was okay with mouth and jumping, they took him back to the shelter. We saw him last night but he wasn't cleared for adoption until today. Saw him on the website and headed over to meet him and one other dog.
They had him listed as a Lab / Australian Cattle Dog mix. As soon as the handler/counselor saw him she said, "He's not what we have him listed as, he's too big." We agreed. We haven't figured out quite what he is yet. Sure looks like he's a Pyrenees mix to me. He stands with his head as high as my waist and I'm 5' 11".
Other notes in his file were that he was good with people and other large dogs, no info on small animals yet, but so far he's been fine. They also had a note that he had a gait problem with his right rear leg, and they had put a standard disclaimer on it that it could be neurological. Reality is, neither is nor the shelter counselor could spot it, but what we do see is a 1 year old still growing into his legs. The usual slightly awkward use of limbs, and stumbles as he thought he wanted to go two directions at once, like all young tall, big breeds. Wasn't tied to a particular leg at all.
Trainer mentioned that he honestly could be experiencing growing pains once in a while at the rate he's growing.
And so, without further adieu, world, meet Dino. Dino, world.
(Yes, that makes me Fred Flinstone, peanut gallery. Ha.)
Funniest story already... Like all pound pups he seemed to innately know he was getting a second chance. We had him home for an hour or so and then needed to run to PetSmart to get various dog stuff. We thought he would be all up for CSR ride number two, but as soon as we were out the back door he made a beeline for the house and dropped all fours down and all 67 lbs and held on to the porch with his nose pointed at the house.
He knew a good thing when he saw it and wasn't going to leave and go anywhere! We coaxed him into the truck and then to PetSmart and he had a fun time meeting some other dogs and checking out the aisles with us. It may take him a while to not associate car rides with "going back to the shelter" since he was dumped by first owners there and then had to go back there after foster care.
He's wolfed down about three cups of his same dry food he was eating at the pound (Science Diet) and a couple of treats and about a gallon of water this evening. When checking to see if he needed to go out, he was having none of it. He clung to that soft warm new bed like he would never leave it.
We have two beds for him so he has a place to sleep in our bedroom, and he wasn't going to come upstairs at first either. I had to take the living room bed with me and tell him it was okay to come upstairs with us. He did and now he is having doggy dreams (and lightly barking in his sleep with paws twitching) at the foot of the bed. So we will deploy bed number two back into the living room tomorrow morning and he will figure out there's two places to sleep.
He's a big baby. Loves belly rubs (see photos above) and that bed.
No food defense issues, no other bad behavior and as usual, he's catching on quick that jumping up will be ignored. He's met the neighbor's dogs at the fenceline and he's not a barker. We've heard a total of four barks out of him, and those were frustration at us for not leaving the little office at the shelter soon enough for his tastes, and same thing when he got tired of waiting on us in PetSmart. Only a whine or two at the neighbor dogs, and a couple of soft whines when he was happy and getting a bunch of pets.
The day started out at the memorial service of a family friend. She was highly patriotic and the memorial and reception including guest clothing theme, was red, white, and blue.
Afterward we picked up this boy and when picking out a new collar for him at the shelter, the perfect one was there... he's sporting a U.S. Flag motif collar that spells out U.S.A. repeatedly around his collar in honor of our friend, Joan. RIP Joan.
Goodnight, Dino.
History, original owners took him to the dog drop with a note that they were gone 10+ hours a day and he was kenneled and it wasn't fair to the dog.
Pup wasn't socialized too well, so the shelter ran him through a foster home where he learned basic discipline (sit for a treat or leash, worked on jumping up, and worked on him being a little too mouthy and taking treats gently).
Once they were sure he was okay with mouth and jumping, they took him back to the shelter. We saw him last night but he wasn't cleared for adoption until today. Saw him on the website and headed over to meet him and one other dog.
They had him listed as a Lab / Australian Cattle Dog mix. As soon as the handler/counselor saw him she said, "He's not what we have him listed as, he's too big." We agreed. We haven't figured out quite what he is yet. Sure looks like he's a Pyrenees mix to me. He stands with his head as high as my waist and I'm 5' 11".
Other notes in his file were that he was good with people and other large dogs, no info on small animals yet, but so far he's been fine. They also had a note that he had a gait problem with his right rear leg, and they had put a standard disclaimer on it that it could be neurological. Reality is, neither is nor the shelter counselor could spot it, but what we do see is a 1 year old still growing into his legs. The usual slightly awkward use of limbs, and stumbles as he thought he wanted to go two directions at once, like all young tall, big breeds. Wasn't tied to a particular leg at all.
Trainer mentioned that he honestly could be experiencing growing pains once in a while at the rate he's growing.
And so, without further adieu, world, meet Dino. Dino, world.
(Yes, that makes me Fred Flinstone, peanut gallery. Ha.)
Funniest story already... Like all pound pups he seemed to innately know he was getting a second chance. We had him home for an hour or so and then needed to run to PetSmart to get various dog stuff. We thought he would be all up for CSR ride number two, but as soon as we were out the back door he made a beeline for the house and dropped all fours down and all 67 lbs and held on to the porch with his nose pointed at the house.
He knew a good thing when he saw it and wasn't going to leave and go anywhere! We coaxed him into the truck and then to PetSmart and he had a fun time meeting some other dogs and checking out the aisles with us. It may take him a while to not associate car rides with "going back to the shelter" since he was dumped by first owners there and then had to go back there after foster care.
He's wolfed down about three cups of his same dry food he was eating at the pound (Science Diet) and a couple of treats and about a gallon of water this evening. When checking to see if he needed to go out, he was having none of it. He clung to that soft warm new bed like he would never leave it.
We have two beds for him so he has a place to sleep in our bedroom, and he wasn't going to come upstairs at first either. I had to take the living room bed with me and tell him it was okay to come upstairs with us. He did and now he is having doggy dreams (and lightly barking in his sleep with paws twitching) at the foot of the bed. So we will deploy bed number two back into the living room tomorrow morning and he will figure out there's two places to sleep.
He's a big baby. Loves belly rubs (see photos above) and that bed.
No food defense issues, no other bad behavior and as usual, he's catching on quick that jumping up will be ignored. He's met the neighbor's dogs at the fenceline and he's not a barker. We've heard a total of four barks out of him, and those were frustration at us for not leaving the little office at the shelter soon enough for his tastes, and same thing when he got tired of waiting on us in PetSmart. Only a whine or two at the neighbor dogs, and a couple of soft whines when he was happy and getting a bunch of pets.
The day started out at the memorial service of a family friend. She was highly patriotic and the memorial and reception including guest clothing theme, was red, white, and blue.
Afterward we picked up this boy and when picking out a new collar for him at the shelter, the perfect one was there... he's sporting a U.S. Flag motif collar that spells out U.S.A. repeatedly around his collar in honor of our friend, Joan. RIP Joan.
Goodnight, Dino.
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One of my dad's friends used to joke, "When I die, I want to come back as a Bleakley dog!" I guess we aren't known to abuse them. 
