Likes: He loves watching the cats and goats walking by his pen.
Pet-Peeves: I'm sure he'd love to be back at home, but I hope he is pretty happy here.
Favorite Toy: He really enjoyed the possum he caught walking through his pen. He didn't get to keep it very long, but I'm sure he'd say it was his favorite.
Favorite Food: He's happy eating whatever you bring him.
Favorite Walk: He loves to go on walks in the woods. I'm sure he'd rather be off leash, but that just wouldn't be safe for the other animals, so he stays on his head harness.
Best Tricks: He always makes sure I'm paying attention.
Arrival Story: Bear is actually my aunt's dog, but he lives with me. Him and his sisfur have a thing about barking at everything they see. My aunt was living in town and they would bark at all the people that walked by and at all the cars. The neighbor's complained about them and eventually the two of them had to move out here to the country and stay with me and my pack.
Bio: From the very start Bear has always been interesting to have around. When I first brought him here I had to stop the car because he wrapped his paws around the headrest behind my head in a death grip. Once I had pried him off of my seat he just looked out the windows and was as calm as he could be for the rest of the ride. He has had a couple of problems here about biting and attacking the other dogs. Since the last problem he now has to live in a pen by himself. I'm sure he'd love to eat the cats and goats that walk by his pen, so I try to be extra careful when I take him for walks, but on the bright side he at least keeps me on my toes.
Forums Motto: Cats and Goats, YUMMY!
Bear has lots of energy and I try to make sure he gets daily walks. He has to stay on leash though, so he really never gets a good energy drain, so I've started letting him run beside my bike. Anytime we are on a walk he always keeps a little tension on his leash, but when he is running with the bike he pays very good attention and never pulls.
When I was just a puppy my mom found me at a humane society booth at a flea market. She had been looking for a dog like me and adopted me on the spot. It wasn't long before I grew into a big, big boy. I had a great time living with my family for many years, but then a man started to complain a lot about me and sister Choso's barking. Their weren't many solutions around, so me and Choso moved to the country. New mom is okay. She taught me to walk with a head harness, which was no easy task. I fought her like a tiger the first few lessons, but she stuck with me and now I can walk on it pretty well. Not great, I still keep tension on the leash, but I'm still learning. I've started going on walks with the other dogs now. I have to wear a basket muzzle because the other dogs are kinda scary to me and I lash out when I'm scared. A lot of people think I'm a bad dog, but mom says I'm just extremely nervous and frighten easily. She says I'm a good boy, just a little misunderstood.