jbow
My best dogs have come from the pound...
Not me.
Poor old Titus, he was a useless dog.
He'd get lost almost every time we took for a walk in the woods, and we'd invariably find him just sitting on the path about a mile away from where he blundered into the trees. If he even got scent of another dog, he'd spend the entire walk pulling on the lead and snarling. If he saw one, he'd do his best to try and kill it.
He also liked to try and emulate our lurcher, who could *almost* catch a crow on take off, and could run a hare down. He burst both cruciate ligaments doing that.
My daughter loved him though.