Journey

His name is Journey, which is also his life's story. Purchased from a puppy mill, never properly raised by humans, disappeared at about four months of age, found again many months later with his puppy collar now embedded in his neck, surgery, skin conditions treated, and adopted only to be returned.

He's not the least bit aggressive, but it seems that he just has no use for people, and I can't really say that I blame him. Having people in your life is only possible if you're able to screen out the many losers and assholes. Unfortunately, dogs aren't given that option and must depend on a person to do that for them. When the first person in your life is a puppy mill owner or a backyard breeder just out to make a buck, the odds are not in the dog's favor.

All he's ever known is being on his own and given the option that's the way he would continue. It's now up to us to convince him that at least some people are good and will make good choices on his behalf. He's an escape artist, although the mastiff's escape technique is less artistry and more a matter of just putting your head to something and pushing through. He will be "leash walk only" for quite some time, maybe forever.

He's now with Green Dogs Unleashed and he's here because I saw his story on Facebook the night before last and volunteered to take him in. I used to buy cleaning products on late-night infomercials. I seemed to be susceptible to their siren's song promising a clean house at that time of night. Apparently I'm the same way with dogs, who knew?