Since Sully would do best in a sporting or working home, I'm posting him here as a last ditch effort to get him into one.
It's not going to break my heart if he doesn't leave me, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind either.
He's got a strange story.
He's the first foster I've had since my ill-fated Sally, whose animal aggression was so high she wouldn't hesitate putting her teeth on a person to get to another animal. She was also extremely fearful of random things. I had to euthanize her after she sent me to the ER, she wanted after a cat and I wouldn't let her, so grabbed my finger and held, and that was her 3rd "strike" in my household. She had bitten 2 other people in the house in the same manner. Basically, she was all over the place with her temperament, and just a bad example of a pit bull.
I informed my trainer of her passing and wanted to return her equipment, and he told me to keep it because "there would be another bulldog that needs me". He and his wife have worked with the bull breeds for 30 years, so they know their stuff. This was almost 3 years ago.
Fast forward to October 2010, and I had a friend wanting me to check out a dog in the shelter she was interested in. She couldn't get off work before the shelter closed, so that's why I went to look. To my relief, the dog she was interested in was being adopted. Then I passed by a small bag of bones curled up in a cage on my way out. I called out to him and here is this huge head on a stick body wagging its tail at me. The name on the card was "Sully", and he was the same size as my poor Sally, so the training collars fit. The rest is history.
Fate is very strange. I feel that I should keep this dog, but if someone has more time and experience than me wants to give him a go, I'd be happy to see if he works out. If not, he may very well be the first dog I put titles on.