So I'm offically going to stop saying that I'm done with rescue. Every time I decide to put a serious cap on my rescue work another one finds it's way into our home. This time it's my husband's fault. He has an aquaintance who's one of those stereotypical Pit owners who knows it all, wants to breed his dog yet when it comes down to brass tacks doesn't really care for his dog at all. After all it's just a dog and it's replaceable. A week or so ago when I first met this stellar example of a Pit Bull lover he argued with me over whether or not demodex was a hereditary condition. Becuase of course he didn't like it when I mentioned that after he said he was going to breed his dog. "Well if he ain't good for breeding then I might as well kill him" was his final decision. Nice attitiude
So guess who my husband drags home yesterday? Meet Bo (we've shortened his atrocious previous label of Boner
Do you think that he's got any Am Bulldog in him? I was told he was purebred but then again I was also told he was blue. The idiot argued with us over that one as well. He's a big boy at 74lbs and he's less than a year old. Lucky for me he's pretty laid back and gentle despite his size and due to his age is not ready to be scrappy yet. I'm hoping I can adopt him out rather quickly as we do not have the capability to add another mature male to our situation.