Sir Chance A-Lot must know that today is Halloween.  He is not into treating, but tricking seems to be the choice of the day.  His Dad's new slippers just got the insoles ripped out.  You can't turn your back for a second.  I swear, it is like having a toddler tearing into everything.  I must say that on the positive side he does find objects that I thought were long lost. If only he'd find my special earrings that I put away so I wouldn't lose them, and now I can't remember where they are stashed.  That would be awesome!  

His original owners had named him Champ.  Indeed he had to be a champ to survive, however I didn't like it.  We quickly renamed him  Chance, then it was Second Chance and of course it evolved to Sir Chance A-Lot, as he requires many many chances.  

In spite of all of his antics, it is difficult to remain upset with him.  I know it's an old cliche, but it is appropriate:  those big brown eyes are the window to his soul.  I know that he doesn't deliberately try to rock the boat, he just can't help himself.  No impulse control. 

Chance is very loving and needs to be reassured at all times.  His Dad rubs his head for hours as Chance lays belly up enjoying all of the attention.  At first, he would duck if a hand went over his head. He has become loyal, loving and protective of us.  

Little Chance sure knew he was on trial and was the absolutely perfect dog for 2 weeks.  He held our hearts in his paws by day 4, and he knew.  Once the OK was given that he had a new home and a loving family Chance showed us his true little self.  

He suffers from separation anxiety, and becomes extremely upset when one of us in not in his immediate sight.  Chance loves to chew and destroy everything he can sink his teeth into.  He has a hankering for cat pooh to boot, and of course horse pooh when we visit our son and his girlfriend who live next door.  They have two horses, so there's plenty of pooh over there.  YUCK!  So many problems to try to correct.  What an adventure!  How can one little dog have so many issues?  I guess it is all part of the abuse he suffered.  

Chance was rescued from an abusive home.  Before he was 6  months old his front leg was broken and left to heal on its own which left him with a permanent twist and limp. He was brutally beaten and left to starve.  Even his teeth were not spared.  Thankfully, this puppy was taken and put into foster care. 

He ended up with us for a 2 week trial to see how he would fit into this family.  At the time we had Maggie, our 11 year old Great Dane, 2 cats Oscar and Mamma respectively.  Our son and his girlfriend who also lived with us had Rein, a female Wheaten, and Abby, a female Boston Terrier.  Our home was pretty full.  But with room in our hearts we could manage another dog, our first "little" dog. 

Maggie's 8th birthday

Oscar, AKA Fat Cat

Mamma Cat 

Rein

Abby

Oscar in the snow (had to add this)

Sir Chance A-Lot

Sir Chance A-Lot came to live with us on October 10, 2011.  Ironically it was Thanksgiving weekend.  He was 12 months old.