We adopted one years ago. The people who had the dog 1st couldn't control him, and stated he couldn't be potty trained. He was two when we got him. The rescue sent all of his belongings with him....bed, carrier, toys, clothes, etc. etc. etc. I think this dog was just spoiled to death.
From day 1 he was my hubby's dog. He really liked hubby. Very vocal dog, would growl when you moved him off the furniture or if you moved in the bed and moved him. Growl when you picked him up to put him outside and he didn't want to go...very vocal. We had him nearly 6 years and he NEVER bit anybody. Never even snapped - he was just vocal. He never met a stranger and loved kids. He did have a lot of energy and would fetch a ball until he dropped of heat stroke (nearly did once with the kids). He could shred a new tennis ball in a manner of seconds. But never chewed up anything that didn't belong to him.
He never started a dog fight but certainly wouldn't back down from one either. He was a huge dog in a tiny dog suit. I was ill once and only then did he stick to me like glue. Once I was better, he went back to hubby.
The dog only went to the bathroom in our house once. One night hubby made him mad by taking away a new ball. We all went to bed and as normal the dog slept next to hubby under the blanket. That night I woke up with hubby yelling like a loon. "What the #@ll is this?..What is this?" In his hand he was holding a dog turd. It took him a second to realize what it was before he flung it across the room. The dog had actually pitched a tent UNDER the blanket and pooped right next to hubby. Never in my life have I ever heard of a dog doing that UNDER a blanket. We still tell that story every time we meet someone with a JRT, and they have no doubt the dog did it because he was mad!
The bad side of the dog was that he ate everything that found. Dust balls, bugs..anything. It was very difficult to keep him at a healthy weight. My folks were down visiting and my dad dropped medication he takes for his heart. The dog rushed in and ate as many as he could before my dad could respond. I was in the barn when my mother came to get me. We rushed him to the vet, but it was too late. I know now that a solid "EH!" could have saved him. Now all my dogs know....
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Maggie - Mini Dachshund (Rescue)
Lonestar Pivo - Texas Blue Lacy
Ashe - Barn Cat
Katie / APHA