A bit of sad news. My favorite dog at the Humane Society passed away this morning. He was about 11, which is not bad for a dog of his size.
Rex was 90 lbs of solid tawny brown muscle with a big head, the result of a Mastiff/Pit mix. He was so powerful they had to put a lid on his cage so he would not escape. He was also very smart, and was, bar none, the most "improved" dog in the shelter. He was great with people, but his size intimidated them anyway, but he did have animal aggression and was far & away the toughest dog in the place.
I remember one of the staff cautioning me to be careful not to get bit when I walked Rex. I laughed at the guy and told him that I was never safer than when I walked this dog, cause nobody was going to bother me.
I always envisioned him making a great family dog in a rural area where they were concerned about Coyotes & Bears, he would have kept the kids safe from them, he was fearless.
The wife and I spent many hours correcting many of his bad habits. He completely stopped chasing bikes, when previously he went for every one of them, he learned to walk with slack in the leash, previously he would try to stretch your arm, and he learned to control his food aggression. I would put the milk bone treat inside my fist, put it in front of his nose, and make him sit and wait for it, and he learned to be gentle with taking treats.
He came in with problems, but was smart enough to change his behavior, but unfortunately did not get adopted even though he made such improvements.
I would have adopted him, except we had other dogs, and that was a no go with Rex.
I have not been very active with the Humane Society the last few years (don't like the more restrictive rule changes) but last week, at my wife's urging, I went over with my chain saw and cleared a tree that had fallen and blocked their path. When I was there I walked Rex, having no idea the end was so near. I'm glad I got the chance to do that, he was a really good Dog!