This is Bella. She's a Boxer mix, presumably with Pit Bull. She'll be 5 years old on Oct 1st.
Looks more like American Staff Terrier mix :)
I have a 14 year old Terrier mix (pic in siggy, upload more later). We got him when I was 9 bc at the time we had a forest born feral beagle mix who, although grew up with us kids, bit and was too unpredictable. My dad found Coco off some hick who don't know the meaning of spay/neuter and traded us for the feral dog. Dad didn't live with us at the time.
We took Coco in and he was wild and hyper and got out a few times and bit some neighborhood kids. Mom stopped letting us take him outside, lest he bite more people and need to be put down.. Being kept indoors made Coco worse and he had hours of energy. We were young and we played with him as best we could.
When we moved to an apartment with no backyard we were "allowed" to walk Coco again. We adopted a street dog then, Nikki, and Coco and her became inseperable. Nikki was old and was eventually PTS and Coco needed extra attention. We would run him in fields for like 2 hours a day. He also was a natural terrier and scented out lost pet mice/hamsters. I remember a hamster got out of its cage and went missing in the house somewhere for days. Coco would go spot him out under the kitchen stove and we still had no idea. Finally someone decided to look under the stove to see what the heck Coco was at, there was the hamster. He never harmed a small rodent in his life. Knew his nose was meant for searching for them though!! He loved to chase cats and people and toys.
He was smart in his days. Knows basic tricks; sit, lie down, up (which he can no longer do), dance (no longer can do), speak (he now uses his inside voice), find "so and so" (and I swear to god he knows the names of the people he's looking for), roll over, give kiss, crawl. I have vids on YT (my channel is AKINAacacia).
I love my best friend, Coco. He's 14 now and boy has he ever slowed down. Arthritis has claimed his back legs a couple years ago and now recently is taking control of his front legs. He has Cognitive dysfunction, severe anxiety, noise sensitivity (even to a glass being laid on a counter or coughing) and he is losing some sight and regular tone hearing.
You know, your best friends are the ones that stay true and loyal. I can never devote myself to someone as much as Coco. I'm about to cry just thinking about it. He's been there through everything.