It is apparently common practice to cross Ridgebacks with a variety of other breeds here in Texas, for use as Hog Dogs--for hunting feral/wild pig. Now I don't mind the practice of hunting at all. In fact I would personally enjoy a Wild Bacon hunt, but I will not hunt over dogs--period! When "that dog won't hunt", the dogs often get dumped on the local animal shelters, where if they are lucky, they will find their way into the local Ridgeback Rescue network.
All my dogs came from the rescue network. Our first, Charlie, stole our hearts as a little fluffy puppy. He had what could only be described as a rough start in life, surviving long enough to make it to a Ridgeback Rescue that was willing to look past his uncertain parentage, and see the loving dog within. Then he contracted Parvo (at less than 2mo age), and survived not only that but the treatment that left him scarred in two places. He is my starter child--I've had Charlie longer than I have had my own 2-legged children. I've had Charlie since he was barely 6mo old. He's over 13yrs now, and showing his age a lot--failing eyesight with cataracts, hearing loss, and arthritic hips...but he's still my baby...
Next to the family came Cody. He came to us through the same rescue as Charlie. When we moved to Texas, my husband knew I wanted another dog, but our yard in Kansas had been on the small side. Our back yard in Texas was significantly larger! (Not quite Texas sized, though).
Then just this year, as Charlie's health grows ever more tenuous, we opted to add Shiloh, our not-so-little Couch Snurlger!
It was so funny to watch the Boys react to a female! Sorta like a couple old potbellied men at the bar when a pretty young thing saunters in. They puffed out their chests and strutted around after her! Charlie, being the more dominant male, accepted her immediately. Cody, being the beta-dog, still doesn't quite understand she out ranks him in the doggy hierarchy.