I found Spike while I was browsing through an online sales website...
My ex boyfriend wanted a Tosa, I would have liked to have a Rottweiler.
Spike's a Tosa x Rottweiler mixed breed. And there was just something about him that wasn't quite right.
Got in contact with the sellers and didn't believe their story why he had to go one bit...
My crap alert is highly developed and this was a big red flag.
They'd either drop him off for the prize of his cage within the next three days or he'd go to a shelter.
When they brought him in he was so terrified he crawled over the floor.
The husband wasn't real pleased with 'giving' him to a woman, and wouldn't let him stay with me unless I promised to hit him daily, until he'd either crawl or pee on himself :cry:
A dog like that wouldn't obey a woman any other way.:roll:
And he knew for sure, as their last rottweiler was put to sleep after he attacked his mother in law and got her into hospital for over a week.
So that's what I promised. They had no blankets or dogfood with them; he was supposed to eat blankets and the bag of dogfood
just got empty...
Right.
Spike was 40 pounds under weight, had terrible infections on his mouth and pe-nis (why can't we say that word?!), had been in his cage for almost 24 hours a day, sores from lying down, didn't know how to play, had no muscles and couldn't walk for 15 minutes.
He was severely aggressive towards anything he didn't know. Just about everything. Manhole covers, kids on bikes, elderly people on those scooter things, more than three people in a room.
I'm absolutely sure he would have been put down by the shelter.
Took me a couple of months, loads of food and money, sweat tears and blood, loads of cuddles and walks and a muzzle to get him back to normal again.
Then I got ill and couldn't take proper care of him anymore; so he went to a lovely befriended family with two kids.
:wink: Even though I love him a lot, I always knew he was a family dog and just needed people around him.
He'll turn 7 this year and he's a super stable, friendly and cuddly grandpa now
And Charlie...
She was jusr 12 weeks old when we got a phone call from a friend. He was at some acquaintance who needed to 'get rid' of a puppy as soon as possible.
I had recently found a new owner for his dog that was neglected by his wife, cause she was in bad health; so he thought I might be of help...
My ex went over to take a look en when he called my I just fell in love. Hadn't even seen her, but three days later we picked her up.
While we were there the owner called a guy from a puppy mill, who was already on his way to pick her up and use her to breed with...
She was so skinny, hyperactive and had a very bad case of diarrhea.
Her entire behind was covered...
Back at my place she turned out to be a terror pup/ landshark, but now at two years old she's a lovely doggie :wink: