How I got my pets is a story in it self. They are both throw away dogs. Each was 4 years old when I got them. The first one I got was my little terrier Buddy.
I got him and his brother, Kipper, they were 4 years old and not used to human touch. I rescue them before they got to the animal shelter, the owners daughter-in-law was bring them in after work and I worked with her. The owner had them in their yard and fed them cat food, but never handled them. It took me two months for them to even let me touch them. Found out later that the previous owner was pet breeder and could not sell them so that was the reason they were like that.
Then one day someone stole Kipper from my yard. Poor Buddy was hiding at the back of the dog house I bought for them. It took another two months for him to come out of his shell and trust me. I had to train him to become a inside dog.
With me working I knew he had to be lonely so I decide to get another dog so he would have company. I went to the animal shelter and got Ozzie, my dapple daschaund. He had mental issues and cried all of the time.
Ozzie's previous owner had a sick child and the dog was too much on them. I think that is why Ozzie would cry, because that is what he learn being with a sick children in pain.
They are both very laid back now and loving dogs. Ozzie doesn't cry, Buddy doesn't get nervous around people anymore. They are very protective and sleep in the same bed.
