This is the newest member of my family. His name is Gideon. He is close to 10 years old, would have the cutest overbite if he had front teeth and looks intimidating enough to scare most people. Not that it was my intent to scare people, but I am not worried about people breaking in to my home. I honestly believe they would have to kill him if he didn't want you in the house.
He is really a big mush face. I think American Bulldog mixed with something, probably hound but it doesn't really matter to me. It was a quick call after I had said I was going to wait awhile. I did not wait as long as I thought I would. The house was too lonely and quiet.
He doesn't get on the furniture. I have no idea why. He is totally housebroken. He loves people food, especially anything with cheese on it. He always cleans his plate, regardless of what is on it.
He likes his orthopedic beds and his tail thumps continually when you speak to him. He follows me everywhere and at first, would not go out in the yard by himself. I am not sure if he thought I was going to leave him back there or if he thought he was being dumped.
I have found I must walk him when it is light outside because although I have no problem controlling him on the leash, if he see a rabbit or something in the dark and I miss it, I could go down. I don't want to go down so we changed our walking habits.
I kept his name, Gideon, which means Great Warrior and I think that fits him. He will stay as long as he is in good health and not suffering but we already know he has hip dysplasia and probably hasn't had the easiest life. His life changed when he came in my house. Welcome home, Gideon.
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