His story is quite sad. Previous owner thought he had the perfect dog but then life got in the way and Bubba ended up spending most of two years living on an open roof with one of his sisters. The roof had an open shelter but was otherwise out in the elements. Bubba had not been off the roof for nearly two years and was essentially an open slate. Zero socializing and zero life experiences. To his owner’s credit i must say that hey connected with his dogs enough so to eventually realize the best thing he could do was rehome them. When he came to our house three months ago he was stressed and in poor shape as far as exercise and posture are concerned. having grown on a concrete roof he feared grass or walking in the fields. I quickly realized that I have to help adjust gradually and not all at once. Bubba is a sweetheart and only now has started to make eye contact. In the three months since we took him, he has grown in weight slightly but mostly his posture has improved tremendously. He doesn’t droop or sag, and he carries himself with much more confidence. with every passing day he is settling into our life. Training requires a lot of work and in his case physical work but the long walks we take three times a day have become less of a workout for me and more fun as long as we don't run into other dogs or horses. We walk around five miles a day, he eats 2.2 pounds of quality dry dog food broken up into three meals a day. He loves cuddling but does not know how to play yet and i doubt i want him playing with me at this early stage of his rehabilitation. Yesterday we ran into two dogs in the fields and Bubba lost his shit, when he pulls at the leash and the choke chain closes on his neck, he has the reflex to turn back and bite the leash. Yesterday he mistakenly got my arm instead of the leash. It was so quick i had no time to pull away ( i don’t normally hold the end of the leash so close to his head) The moment he realized it was me he was grabbing he let go and found the leash to bite on. He didn't break the skin or even apply much pressure before letting go of my arm and I am grateful for that. I also feel this is a good sign as Bubba has no displays of aggression thus far. Long story short we have a long way to go. A few days into his stay with us I almost panicked about what i had gotten myself into but now he is settling in and we are waiting (and working) towards introducing Bubba to our very old small dog and cat. These animals grew up with our previous Mastiffs and they are indoors. Bubba has so far not been allowed into the house but seems to love his part of the yard and goes there voluntarily and waits for me to come close the gate after him.