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Ogre- horrible city pound that automatically labels bulldogs, pits, staffies, akitas, rotties, and any other breeds with a bad rep as "vicious" without even trying to evaluate their temperament and does their best to talk EVERYONE out of adopting them. They'll let you adopt them, but they don't hide the fact that they WANT to euthanize those breeds. If you want one of tose breeds, you're required to adopt it without interracting with it at ALL. Not allowed to take it out of the kennel, and if they catch you petting them through the chain link of their run the workers will screech at you. They say those dogs are "vicious" and it's a liability issue. [8|] Also, if the dogs happen to be an owner surrender and not a stray, they won't tell you. They can be standing right there, holding that dog's surrender card full of important medical information, and they will tell you "nope, that one was picked up as a stray." I have no idea why they would withold potentially important information like that, but they do. I'm pretty sure Ogre WAS picked up as a stray...I think he was stuck in someone's backyard and ignored until he got sick of it and escaped. No one had ever worked with him and in the 3 weeks I've had him he's become a completely different dog. All he needed was a little bit of attention, and a little bit of guidance. It makes me so sad that someone would leave such a great dog out to rot in their yard, to the point where he doesn't even respond to human voices because he isn't used to people talking or paying any attention to him. [

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Axl- Same place as above. I actually had to beg them to let me have him because they had concluded that he "was a vicious fighting pit bull" and was a "danger to the public" based on the fact that they had seen him bark at one dog, one time. He's the sweetest dog ever, and my heart dog. He's completely tolerant of other animals (he even lets my rats pull his mouth open and clean his teeth) and he absolutely loves everyone. He has absolutely no behavioral problems to speak of. He's also NOT a pit bull- more likean english/american cross. He was 2 or 3 years old and an owner surrender- they said he was a stray, but they had his surrender card- and in the 4 and a half years I've had him, he's NEVER left the yard and I can't imagine him getting lost. He has perfect recall and even when moved to a new house he automatically understands the boundaries and never even has to be reminded.
I honestly think his old owners were afraid of him. Based on the bits and pieces I've picked up, I think they got him as a guard dog and he didn't live up to their expectations...but he was still really imposing looking when he was younger, and I think they were afraid of him. He's had his canines filed down considerably, and most of his other teeth were ripped out...I don't think it was done by a vet either, because he has considerable jaw problems and chronic pain from it. The whole time I've had him I've never ever struck him, but he still flinches considerable when he sees a raised hand. He's also afraid of metal pipes and anything resembling a baseball bat. I just know he had a really, really rough life before he came to me. It makes me so sad because he is, by far, the greatest, sweetest, most well behaved dog I've ever had.
Pepito- came from a BYB. He was a gift from my parents for christmas when I was 16. I had vaguely mentioned once or twice that I liked my friend's chihuahua and christmas day, my parents handed him to me. He's not registered, and he barely even looks like a chihuahua. I am SO not a chihuahua person, and it has been very, very trying to live with Pepito. He has several mild health problems, and he is really, honestly mentally challenged. He's over 3 years old and still isn't house trained. He barely knows his name and there are times when he fails to recognize us. He has aggression issues that nothing has been able to resolve, and horrible seperation anxiety to the point where he will seriusly injure himself if left alone, even in his crate. He doesn't know basic obedience, despite extensive effort on my part, and it took him nearly a year just to learn to walk on a leash. I have honestly never met a dog with all of his problems. I later found out that his parents are very, very heavily inbred (not that linebreeding is wrong, but in this case, it was a problem) and both of his parents all suffer from the same problems he has...only mentally, his father is even worse off than Pepito is. Pepito's father is mentally challenged to the point where he is incontinenant (medical problems have been ruled out) he doesn't know how to mount a bitch and so they have to physically help him. He's completely off balanced to the point where he viciously attacks himself and has needed stitches for the bites he's given himself. I could go on all day about the problems their dogs have. Despite it all, last I heard. they're still breeding. They're an older couple and they really love their dogs, and they honestly don't get it.
Pepito is the most difficult dog I've ever dealt with, and I never really wanted a chi in the first place, and certainly not one from a BYB, but I love him anyway. He can't be blamed for his problems and I do my best to help him, but it can be really, really trying at times.
Bowie- my cat. She's been passed around our family for about ten years now. She was orginally my older brother's, but after staying with my dad for a while he left her with him. (Long story,) so my dad ended up keeping her for about 3 or 4 years. Then his apartment complex passed a no outdoor cat rule, and my dad could no longer keep her- Bowie had always been an outside cat and would go nuts when she was brought inside. He also had allergies so theres no way she could come in the house. So, I agreed to take her. She's had a rough life- my brother is a drug addict, and while staying with him she lived in some pretty rough places and there were times when my brother would move, forget her, then suddenly remember her 3 or 4 months later and come back for her. She loved him, and was always waiting when he got back. When she was a kitten, one of my brother's neighbors saw her crossing their yard and threw a brick at her...it struck her in the head and she's now blind in one eye and partially parlyzed. I felt so bad for the life she's had...she's such a sweet, forgiving cat. Now she's retired with my husband and I and gets to enjoy actually being fed a decent food, more than once or twice a week when someone remembered to feed her, which was her lot before. She's got a big comfy bed on our deck, and an acre of woods with a stream to play in. A big step up from the junkyards my brother kept her in for years. She's finally able to settle down and enjoy her senior years.
I think if I ever decide to get a dog from a breeder, it'll be a cane corso (my favorite breed) or another akita. As it is though, I'll probably just rescue. I may look for a well bred corso one day, since they're hard to come by in rescue, but as it is I see so many wonderful dogs languishing in shelters to justify not helping one when I can. I love bully breeds, mastiffs, and now akitas, and luckily there seems to be no shortage of them in the shelters in my area. As much as I'd like a showable, workable Corso, I doubt I'll ever be able to overcome the guilt I would feel for not looking at a shelter. So...most, if not all of my future dogs will be rescues as well. [

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