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IMHO, just about any dog is a live grenade.... Even when Sammy was tiny, he was fearless, and he's worse now .... We went to the vet on Monday, and as we were sitting there, a little Rat Terrier ('bout half Sammy's size) refused to stay in the waiting room with us. A little Bichon (I'm not sure exactly the breed) came out of an examing room, saw Sammy, and tried to get back in, and a Shepherd puppy couldn't quite decide what he Sammy was, but being elsewhere was a good idea.
That doesn't count three cats, an elderly Cocker (who stayed under the chairs), and a couple of Schnauzer-ish dogs.
I think he's part Pit....
Seriously, the breeder vanished when I asked for papers and shot records.... He had been working for my sister in Dallas, and she (and Becka) bought Sammy from him. (Becka flew him to Columbus, and then drove up here & dropped him off. Without telling us....) Anybody's guess what's in the mix.
He's generally a very good dog, but very territorial. The "new" house (moved back in with mom) has a 300' or so frontage on a park with a jogging trail, an while it's at least 100' from Sammy's fenced area, he still thinks it's his. With loud results.... The fence was set up to keep him from digging under it.
(The fence at the old house wasn't.... Didn't know about that sort of thing in 1989, and the current mutt, then, wasn't a digger. He used to go through the chicken-wire fence at the other house, but that was replaced with chain link. When we moved in '89, we put up chain link before moving in, and did the same thing last September when we moved here. Turns out that Becka's boyfriend's border collie is a digger, and managed to get out of Sammy's fence at the other house.... They were over there helping to clean the place up for sale.)
Point is that it really doesn't matter what kind of dog, other than the bigger ones being capable of inflicting more damage more quickly. You have to keep an eye on 'em....
(Sammy's new fenced area is set up so he can be seen from inside the house fairly easily. You do have to move around a bit, but the likely points he'd care to try are visible.)
We had a cocker, btw, that couldn't quite tell the difference between grass and carpeting. She wasn't prone to running off, but bit one of Becka's girlfriends. Basically, she grabbed the kid by the head! Just like puppies.... No real damage, but it scared both of the kids.... She got me once, too - same thing, playing. Sammy's not quite that rough, but he also learned to play with other pups before playing with people, and grabbing me by the leg was part of his "let's run around the yard, daddy!" plan. Trashed a few pair of jeans that way.... 'Bout the time he lost his baby teeth, he quit doing that.... But he'll still try to grab my hand if he want's to play....
Sammy had a girlfriend who was a pit, too, I'm told, when he was a baby. No idea how accurate that is. Like Roscoe, you don't keep a JRT from his friends....
We also keep Sammy away from the little kids - my little sister has six grandchildren - little fingers and all that. The oldest is about six, and she probably could deal with him, but the youngest is just under a year. Anybody's guess.... In his case, he's not trying to hurt anybody, but just hasn't got the experience.
(Tuner, those pictures are hilarious.)
Regards,
That doesn't count three cats, an elderly Cocker (who stayed under the chairs), and a couple of Schnauzer-ish dogs.
I think he's part Pit....
Seriously, the breeder vanished when I asked for papers and shot records.... He had been working for my sister in Dallas, and she (and Becka) bought Sammy from him. (Becka flew him to Columbus, and then drove up here & dropped him off. Without telling us....) Anybody's guess what's in the mix.
He's generally a very good dog, but very territorial. The "new" house (moved back in with mom) has a 300' or so frontage on a park with a jogging trail, an while it's at least 100' from Sammy's fenced area, he still thinks it's his. With loud results.... The fence was set up to keep him from digging under it.
(The fence at the old house wasn't.... Didn't know about that sort of thing in 1989, and the current mutt, then, wasn't a digger. He used to go through the chicken-wire fence at the other house, but that was replaced with chain link. When we moved in '89, we put up chain link before moving in, and did the same thing last September when we moved here. Turns out that Becka's boyfriend's border collie is a digger, and managed to get out of Sammy's fence at the other house.... They were over there helping to clean the place up for sale.)
Point is that it really doesn't matter what kind of dog, other than the bigger ones being capable of inflicting more damage more quickly. You have to keep an eye on 'em....
(Sammy's new fenced area is set up so he can be seen from inside the house fairly easily. You do have to move around a bit, but the likely points he'd care to try are visible.)
We had a cocker, btw, that couldn't quite tell the difference between grass and carpeting. She wasn't prone to running off, but bit one of Becka's girlfriends. Basically, she grabbed the kid by the head! Just like puppies.... No real damage, but it scared both of the kids.... She got me once, too - same thing, playing. Sammy's not quite that rough, but he also learned to play with other pups before playing with people, and grabbing me by the leg was part of his "let's run around the yard, daddy!" plan. Trashed a few pair of jeans that way.... 'Bout the time he lost his baby teeth, he quit doing that.... But he'll still try to grab my hand if he want's to play....
Sammy had a girlfriend who was a pit, too, I'm told, when he was a baby. No idea how accurate that is. Like Roscoe, you don't keep a JRT from his friends....
We also keep Sammy away from the little kids - my little sister has six grandchildren - little fingers and all that. The oldest is about six, and she probably could deal with him, but the youngest is just under a year. Anybody's guess.... In his case, he's not trying to hurt anybody, but just hasn't got the experience.
(Tuner, those pictures are hilarious.)
Regards,