Otis is the son of my guy's (Steve) Australian Cattle Dog, J.R. and his Louisiana Catahoula Leopard Cur, Belle. Steve had the bright idea that this cross would make great farm dogs (he read it in the Western Horseman). I advised him against it since J.R. is a nut case (he likes me and I've been bit 3 times) and Belle was very sweet but she was dumber than a box of rocks. Anyway, nature took its course and Belle produced a litter of 12, all of which survived. (Another aside: Steve's ex-wife, who is the Director of the Jackson County Humane Society, agreed with me too, but that of course only made Steve dig in his heels even deeper!) So he did find homes for 9 of the pups, and was planning on keeping 2, as he also found a new home for Belle. That left Otis, who was one of the 3 runts. He was my favorite from the day he was born, but he failed most of those tests you are s'posed to give pups to find out which are the most psychologically balanced so no one wanted him. I have always wanted a dog but felt it was unfair to the animal if I was at work all day. I said I would foster him until we found some one to take him. Yeah, right. He has chewed holes in my drywall, destroyed my bedding and just about ate a chair. He almost flunked the first two obedience classes, was kicked out of a doggie day care after being there 15 minutes, and is claustrophobic. We have overcome the submissive peeing (I think) and the separation anxiety only crops up if we are in a new environment. First I couldn't give him away, now I couldn't give him up! His new day care owner adores him, and wants him there to help settle in the new dogs. His behavior has improved dramatically once he got past the 2 yr old mark. And of course, he is an absolute maniac with the Frisbee! Thank heaven he got his mom's personality and his dad's brains!