I know that. We had 2 who didn't work out before Nino. I know you'll all ask, so here are the stories I typed for them on a website I don't keep anymore:

*** L a Y l A L a Y l A ***

(I wrote this quite a while ago, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.)
We had Layla from late June to the day after Thanksgiving in November, 1999. She is a black and white Dalmatian, probably from a bad breeder, because she looks too much like a nice pure-breed dog to be from a puppy mill. Her left eye is brown, and her right eye is blue, which means she is odd-eyed! Both of her ears are pure black, and she doesn't have any spots on her upper right side of her face. Her tail is all white except for a couple of spots at the base of the tail. On her back she has a big cluster of spots, and a couple of small ones on top of it, so if you look hard enough, you can see a paw print.

We got her at the Anti Cruelty Society in Chicago, where we had come to look for a new dog shortly after giving Clark back. She was so scared and huddled in the corner of her cadge, which we now know is the first sign of a troubled dog. At that time, her being scared is what made us pick her, that and the people passing by her yelling things like " Hey look at that blind dog, I don't want IT!" But she wasn't blind, just odd-eyed, and maybe short of hearing, like a lot of Dals.

A couple months after we brought her home, Layla's problems started showing. She was a fear biter and had horrible separation anxiety.

She would bite everyone on the street because she was so afraid. I feel so bad for Layla, because the one thing she was so afraid of; being left somewhere, is what we did.

*** C l A r K ***
We had Clark, or "Clarkie Clue" for about three weeks in late May and June of 1999.He was eight months old, and we got him from a Great Dane rescue in Indiana, and were told that he was a Dane- boxer mix. He was a great dog, although the would get too exited and use his mouth to play. He even gave my mom a big bruise that changed colours! Against my will, he went back to the rescue for more training and a new home. My mom always says he would have been a great dog with a little bit of training.