We're not quite sure .... both are shelter rescues ... Hank (the brown one) is all dog, the very definition of a man's best friend, Buddy (the white one) doesn't have the brains God gave a rock .... but both are loveable as all get out. We have asked the vet if she could tell what breeds may be in there and she has declared them both as 100% pureblood dogs.
I have my doubts about Buddy though, the way his hair is growing around his face I think there just may be some sheep in there somewhere LOL.
Same with mine, rescue who happens to be pureblood and totally rare to find in a rescue. I've only ever rescued and the one dog we didn't rescue when I was a kid was the only one who died of cancer before the age of 2. My dog now, Nugget, he's a special dude. They're solid dogs but you've never met an animal who can do pathetic better than my Nugget. The other day, a vizla PUPPY stole his water dish from him at the park and growled at Nugget and my nuggie got scared and ran away haha. I encounter a lot of haters because he's a bully breed and I use that as an opportunity to educate.
I had a dog before him I was SO attached to. A badly abused rescue pitbull with gorgeous chocolate fur and gold eyes. I loved him with all of my heart. I had to put him down after he started to show serious behavioral problems. It is the single most traumatic memory of my life, one I didn't come out of the same person I was going in. I grieved heavily for months. One day I decided the only way to finally heal was to get another dog, I've lived my whole life connected to animals. My boyfriend and I decided we wanted a bull terrier but I was only willing to rescue. Being a rare breed, I didn't expect to find one anytime some. My very first search and there he was, in a rescue not 30 minutes from my house where he had been waiting for 2 weeks. Unclaimed by an owner and, surprisingly, unadopted by anyone else. I believe firmly that he was waiting for me. I found him on Friday and he was home the following Sunday. He is just a wonderful dog. Sweet and playful. Stubborn as hell (he knows almost 10 tricks but will only perform one and not if you ask him to, just when he wants to!). And so unbearably hilariously stupid. So much personality. His face actually lights up when he sees fresh snow on the ground and he runs outside and does a happy running dance all through the snow.
Animals were how I got through my childhood and young adulthood. They preserved my humanity in the face of some really staggering emotional abuse. It's pretty amazing how something that cannot even speak can find its way so permanently into our hearts. I love watching him sleep because he dreams and will run, bark and growl in his sleep.