Early this year I rescued this pathetic little creature, had been living in a cage since he was born, peeing all over himself, poor skin, poor coat, wormy... just awful. Fixed him and re-homed him, though he was too young to neuter. The girl that took him lost her apartment, and so he's back. Any dog I rescue and re-home leaves with the condition that they're to come back if the new owner can't keep them. So meet... "Vladamir Von Underdog"... not a name I would choose.. but whatever. These are from when he was 9 weeks old... but he really hasn't changed much. I think he gained 5 pounds and kept the same face. He's 1/2 Boston Terrier, 1/4 Chihuahua, 1/4 Rat terrier. Lot's of things to fix... first is a neuter, he marks everything. Got the couch once, shouldn't happen again, he wants to please, and I caught him in the act. But I don't let him out of eye sight just in case. He's dog aggressive, so there's some rehabilitation going on there. Logan is wonderful for that. Waiting for Ricca since she's a heck of a lot more dominant. He barks... A LOT. Yappy little thing, but he's getting better. He barked at the neighbor this morning, charged across the street. So I took him the rest of the way to meet her, and she's great for a training aid too, told him no about barking. He acted confused when he had to go meet the stranger, and confused again when she told him No and pointed a finger at him. LOL, progress already. He's spoiled, very much so. Small dog syndrome. No holding, no cuddling, until he grasps what it's like to be a "real dog". I think that will then in turn help with his insecurities and his dog aggression. Logan just sits and stares at him when he starts to growl. I correct him as soon as I hear a growl in the throat, and he's made progress there, switched to whining and looking away from Logan. So then he needs to learn to acknowledge Logan, then accept him, and that's all done. Then repeat with about 500 other dogs, and he'll be social again. Long road ahead on this one. I have to get a vet's opinion when he goes in for shots to see what's happened with his leg. He won't use it much, it's obviously an old break, that healed crooked. So basically he's an 8 pound, gimped up, yappy, pathetic little thing requiring some immediate money going into him. Perhaps I'll keep him if Ricca doesn't decide to eat him for being yappy/snappy. I'll do an introduction between them later. Didn't do it last night, didn't want to overwhelm him, and it was dark out so I wouldn't have been able to watch body language.