This outstanding blue brindle AmStaff was dumped with the trash and a few junk cars when the owners moved out of their old trailer in the country... Hoss survived on his own for several months according to the neighbors. One of them finally called a rescue organization to help out the poor dog.

Hoss was in pretty bad shape when we picked him up. All the fresh wounds and old scars were telling quite a story ... He was also underweight, full of parasites and had a bad skin infection.

With lots of love and good care, Hoss has turned into this gorgeous baby! We are very proud of him.

Hoss is very friendly with people and has a very stable temperament. He is too good nature to be a real guard dog, but he has a very impressive looks, and he knows it. Everyone who meets him loves him, especially the ladies who can see his big heart despite his rough looks. Hoss is a charmer...

We took him in as a foster dog, but I soon knew I would never let him go. It took me a little while to convince my husband. With three other dogs, things were a little difficult in the house... Hoss had to fight to survive before he came live with us, and he oesn't get along very well with other male dogs. We keep him and our two other males separated unless we can assure strict supervision, but my husband figured he would do best in a home as the only dog, or with a compatible female. I kept suggesting we should keep him anyway, but Rob was firmed about finding him a new home. Then one day I asked him to read the poem below... It was the last time I ever heard him say we need to find Hoss a home...

Baggage By Evelyn Colbath - From the Shelter Dog Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, All nicely tucked into warm new bed, Lest I forget, there is so much to carry - So much to regret. Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on top. Let's unpack loneliness, heartache and Loss. And there by my leash hides fear and Shame. As I look on these things, I tried so hard to leave, I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain. I loved them, the others, the ones who left me. But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me. Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack? Or will you just look at my things and take me right back? Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage - to never repack? I pray that you do - I'm tired you see. But I do come with baggage - Will you still want me?