My newest dog wasn’t a rescue pup but the last 3 were and all 3 of those were considered “problem” dogs. Funny thing is that once they were settled and trusted me they became some of the best behaved dogs I’ve ever had.
Sweet girl, loves me and I do mean loooves me, jumps on the bed at bedtime, wraps her two front paws around my neck and lays her head down beside mine and just cries. Every night.
She's still got some learning to do, but she aches to be good, and is so proud of herself when she is. The breed seems a little closer to wild than the Labradors to which I'm more accustomed. My special dog, my baby, was a field bred Chocolate, died in October of ‘07 after 14 1/2 years together, and it ripped my heart out. I don't know if I'll ever know another dog or if another will ever know me, like he did. I'll always miss him, especially around holidays. But, there are so many needing love and a decent home. She was just there, and would have died if I hadn't intervened.
So, here we are, learning about each other. The baying is starting to sound musical, and I can pick up shades of meaning in it, different sounds for different things. Coon or cat up a tree is sheer bedlam. Stranger in the yard is sharp and insistent. Let me in is more plaintive, almost as plaintive as feed me or let me out. Then, there are the odd, almost warbling yelps and cries, when she crawls in my lap or “hugs” me goodnight.
It's very rewarding, having a close relationship with a dog. To me it is, at least. Guess you couldn't tell, lol.