Yeah, Lissa, that’s very true. When I added that part, I was thinking about my first dog, Smokey. He wasn’t the first dog the family owned, not by a long shot, but he was my dog. I think I was maybe ten when we got him, and he was a tiny baby. My mother was resistant to taking him home, but I wore her down. And, frankly, it was a mistake on her part to let me convince her. Up until we met him, I wanted a pug from a reputable breeder, and we would have been far better off with one of those.
He was small enough when we got him that we, and the shelter, thought he was a schipperke cross, and wouldn’t be much bigger than an oversized one (so maybe 15 inches or so at the shoulder). He grew up into a skinny Belgian Sheepdog (about 24 inches at the shoulder). Not so hot for a 10yo, even if she’d been living with rotties for the past few years! On top of that, he was terribly, terribly shy, terrified of men, especially tall ones, and had issues with being petted on his head. He would never get near my father, even after years, and he was terrified of the neighbor and the neighbor’s son.
We’re pretty sure, from his behaviours, that he was abused before ending up at the shelter, by a man, and mostly around the head. Of course, we can never know. And while my parents had had dogs before this dog, they still weren’t prepared for him. He had to be put down when he challenged my sister and later bit the neighbor’s son. I was furious with my parents, and heartbroken, but as an adult I know they made the right choice.
Now, most puppies from the shelter will probably not have such problems. But it was a stark lesson to me, and I’ve learned a lot about assessing temperment since then, between never wanting to be in such a situation again, and growing up with rotties and going with my mother to shelters to rescue rotties. Sometimes an animal can’t be saved, and that’s unfortunate.
I still have Smokey’s tags, over a decade later. He was a wonderful dog to me, but he had issues. If we’d gone to a breeder, we may have missed those issues. Unfortunately, when dealing with critters with a mind of their own, there’s always an element of unpredictability. And we as the humans, have a lot of influence over that, but it’s not 100%.
(Sorry, BluePitbull, your thread has just taken me down memory lane!)