The dogs in my house: Cujo

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Cujo is the second oldest dog. He is actually my dog, but I didn't name him. He had been a puppy that the roomie's folks had kept because their grand daughter asked them to keep him. But then she never came to see him, and nobody played with him. Its a wonder he didn't grow up as feral as the two big dogs that he was in the yard with were. When he was 5, the roomie's father said he was going to take him to the pound, because the big dogs were beating him up. (And he realized that the grand daughter wasn't going to come because he had kept the dog.) At that point he might not have passed the tests to get him adopted from a shelter, so I said I'd take him. Cujo is now going on 14. He's beginning to have cataracts, so his vision is going. I think, despite how little he likes the youngest dog, he does use him as bit of a "seeing eye" dog. Because of the big dogs he had been penned with, he has some food issues, what I was afraid of when I had said I'd take him. Food issues can render an otherwise nice dog, unadoptable. He has gone off on Boe, the youngest dog, it hasn't been about the food since the first couple of times. Mostly Boe is trying to play, and play with Cujo's bed, and if Cujo is ON the bed... well, he's not happy. But while its been noisy, Cujo hasn't bitten him.