A few months ago I fostered a deaf white pit bull named Eeyore. Eeyore always looks a bit gloomy and depressed, which is why I named him after one of my favorite Winnie the Pooh characters.
Eeyore was quickly adopted, but was just recently returned due to being too overwhelming with the small children in the home. At only ten months old, Eeyore is still a puppy and doesn't quite know how big or how strong he really is. He doesn't seem happy to be back, and I can't really blame him.
These pictures are from the first time Eeyore was at my house. He gets along well with the other dogs for the most part, but I think he'll be happier in a home with fewer dogs. Maybe.