This was my last one. I "inherited" him because he was a problem child and nobody could do anything with him. One look and I knew what it was. Poor thing was having separation anxiety. Turns out he was perfectly behaved, loyal and obedient. So much so, you didn't have to voice commands. Just certain types of eye contact or facial expressions and he instinctively knew what to do.
He passed away two years ago but he had a great life for the last 8 of it with me.
My best friend, "Coco".
The separation issue? That was simple. I simply took him everywhere I went, even to work with me every day.
Here he is, on the job, holding down my build board. Very rarely left my side.
His favorite thing to eat was McDonald's cheeseburgers. You could not drive by one without a reaction from him. This dog started out life hunting wild/feral hogs. He was 80# and a heck of a catch dog. His career was ended when he tried to catch his former owner's neighbor's prized bull. "Get rid of the dog or get sued."
The other thing he was good at? So stealthily sneaking my pillow from my bed for himself. I would catch him sometimes, acting as if he was just looking to see me, still with one fang in the pillow case. This dog used to snore like a tired 50 year old man. I'd roll over, look at him and say; "You have a LOT of nerve sleeping on your back, dawg."
