Well, spit happens, as they say. Then, during his normal checkup, he was diagnosed with heart worm. Well, we did. 18 months after we saved him, he got it, again. We don't know if it was a resurgence of the original affliction or if the cantankerous SOB got it on purpose because we were 1 day late on his monthly heart worm pill.
Chance is really a very sweet, lovable dog.
I call him Asshole, because we have never been able to train him to stay in the yard, which the other dogs learned, just fine, thank you very much. So, as you see in the picture, he's on a lead. While on the lead, he's very well managed, but given the Chance, he's off running at top speed for about an hour or three, or six. He even does strafing runs right past you, just to let you know he's free, and there's nothing you can do about it, now. If you're a dog lover, you may have noticed his body language isn't exactly cheerful or perky.