Yeah. They are both rescues actually. My lab was a puppy mill dog (biggest puppy mill in our state) that I rescued when he was 6 months old from the people who bought him from said puppy mill. They thought it was a good idea, then wonder why the heck it wasn't working with him. He was no where near potty trained at 6 months, and had some major issues including physical/neurotic tendencies. I worked at our local humane society for years doing canine behavior testing, so I know exactly what you are seeing in those pics.
If I did not have the experience of all those years watching and assessing dog behavior (in charge of life or death decisions for some
), I can honestly say there is NO WAY he would have lasted here a week. His name is Cash and he is a great dog, with a heart of gold. After having him for 5 years now, we have ironed out some of his kinks. But even the trainers who have worked with him agreed that he is not playing with a full deck of cards, and said he's most likely got some brain damage or neurological deficiency. Yay puppy mills.
He's lucky he landed here with me. I have been told I have the patience of a saint. haha
The other one is my rez mutt. She's been here since June of last year. She's probably about a year old now.
She is a well adjusted doll. Her name is Two Socks, which is a perfect name for a dog from a reservation in South Dakota.
Although there is heeler in her somewhere as she is prone to herding and nipping at Cash while he runs around the yard.
She chases anything that moves and once snatched up AND ATE a mouse that crossed out path while hiking, without even missing a step. She ate it before I even realized what happened! I only saw the mouse tail as she was inhaling it and the little mouse tracks in the slow that ended in the middle of the sidewalk.
I can take her anywhere with me. She does not bark at passing cars or people. And if I have to get out of the car to pay for gas or whatnot, she wait patiently until I come back. Cash, on the other hand.. Man. He's an embarrassment. I loathe taking him anywhere. And trips to the dog park? Yeah. I have
that dog. The one that you can hear barking well before we even get to the parking lot.
Either way, I don't trust either of them with the birds unsupervised. And probably never will.