“It was my wife’s idea to get Diego.
My sister was very ill and before she went into hospice care, she asked us to adopt him.
My wife had fallen in love with him when we visited previously, so she wanted to adopt him when my sister asked.
At first I told my sister, no.
It was an expense we couldn’t afford and we had just lost our last dog, Winnie.
As the end was getting closer, I gave in and agreed to pick up Diego.
I changed my mind because my sister found a home for her other 2 dogs, pugs. My wife really wanted Diego, so I agreed to it.
I went up to Rochester before she went into hospice to say goodbye and I rented a car, got a crate and wanted to get out of there so quickly, that I got a speeding ticket.
Meanwhile, Diego didn’t know what was going on and started hyperventilating in the back. I would stop along the way to walk him, but nothing helped.
When we got to our apartment, his new home, the first thing he did was pee in the bedroom.
He was never trained to walk on a leash and he was just let out in the backyard to do his business.
He still has irrational fear sometimes on our walks, but he is the least aggressive dog you will meet.”