I was reading the post by Crikey and the unfortunate loss of his dog Wilbur, a rescue, and their close bond and it made me think about how special rescue dogs are and how they take up such a large part of our hearts. I have had dogs all my life, mostly labs, and my wife and I now have two labs, one we have raised since she was a pup and the other we got from a lab rescue organization when she was 2(?). The rescue came to us in terrible shape, underweight, terribly shy and very easily scared. She was obviously abused and had suffered some trauma as evidenced by a healing fracture in a non-weight bearing bone on her leg. Over the past three years she has made remarkable progress. Throughout she has always been very affectionate to us as if to say, “thanks”. She is also very protective of us and our son. Although our other lab is very sweet she also has an attitude, as if she is spoiled. “Okay, dinner was fine now where’s my treat?” Both are great dogs but with very different personalities.
I am curious what others have experienced.