Thanks for these comments. The white ears-have read that. Jango also has one white eye. For now he does hear and see good-like he hears when we are gone (furniture eat) and see's items to ingest-like my boots and shoes! He came from the local Humane Society-the same place my last two came from. Jack was a border collie mix. Jerry was a springer mix-both high energy herders. When I had to put them down (heart disease and cancer), my wife and I figured we would not get a new dog. Going through the loss of a dog is balls out tough. We made it one month after Jerry and went for it with a new pup. Jango has the same characteristics as Jack and Jerry did. Almost seems like he is a piece of both of them.
Not sure he is smart enough to handle a keyboard though1
Pete
Roger that. It's tough to have to put them down when they are only here for such a short period of time. I don't care how tough someone thinks they are, losing a dog just hurts man.
But, the best medicine for a broken heart when losing a dog is to get another one. The new one keeps you so busy- the pain of losing the old one soon fades. Not that you forget the old one, that's simply not going to happen. It doesn't matter if you get one from the pound, a stray, or a high buck one from a breeder. a dog is a dog. I prefer German Shepherds because I know the breed intimately.
And a perspective twist- you didn't rescue him from the shelter, he rescued you. Lord knows how I clung to a stray dog (we all did) when overseas. For some reason they hung around the area when you were in need of their companionship the most. Naturally every stray dog was very smart- smart enough to follow us to our hooch and loiter when we would come back from chow, us sneaking pork chops and what not to him, much to the chagrin of the mess hall Sgt! Marching in formation to work was humorous at times because the 'mutt' would tag along. My Platoon Sgt never seemed to mind. That dog belonged to everyone.
Yes Sir, he was living high on the hog and who could blame him.
But the reality was this: I still remember him and that was the summer of 1977. That's how important a dog is. And a truck. If you ask me, all MV's should come standard with a K9. It's just as important as brakes!
Now that's true happiness, by any standard.