Yeah that's Joe coming for a visit in Texas. Someone had tied him to my Father's garage door thinking he needed a pet I suppose. His Dalmatian had just died a couple of months prior. So when I go pick up my Father to come visit me for a while he has a new puppy. He thought it was a "wiener" dog. I told him that his paws were awfully big. lol
My dogs had such differing personalities. My late Father's dog, Joe, on the right, was much like my Father in that he loved people and other dogs. He could be at the opposite end of the dog park and see fresh meat come in and he would make a dash for them. He had to smell every dog and human. My Lucy and Sable were only interested in being around me and never showed interest in others.