Queen Bitch

Ohhhhhh you have a wolfhound! Hope he's okay.

I tried [i]forever[/i] to teach my female dalmatian to beg when I was in juinor high. She never seemed to get the picture. Then on Thanksgiving one year with a bunch of family and friends ( long after I had given up on her) she marched straight to the person at the head of the table and pretty as can be sat up and begged. After that she'd beg when you told her too. Her timing was perfect though.

Seriously K, when my grampa died a couple weeks ago, I wanted to cry a lot but was only able to at the wake, funeral and with one of my friends whose house I was at when I found out. I generally tend to deal with stuff by getting angry so.......

I personally have a Samoyed that lives at my father's, but I am the "aunt" to my friends' female pit bull, Bean.

Ok, I have heard that story before and I am a complete harda$$ ( just ask any of my friends), but geez, I'm bawling my eyes out right now.

My mother just got a new digital camera, so the next time I see Conar I'll make sure to snap his picture, perhaps with me next to him to show how mutantly huge he is.

Yeah, Conar is very vocal if you are not paying attention to him. Not so much if you are just watching tv, but if you are having a conversation he'll start "wooing". It migh tjust be a nordic breed thing.

I'm pretty sure my friend's dog knows that she can't actually catch it. She will go to the table, grab the pen and drop it into your lap. So I guess she knows where it comes from. We tried to get another friend's mixed breed to chase and he wouldn't have any of it. Are you guys sure pit bulls are not really cats in disguise? :lol:

What is with pit bulls and lazer pointers? They are the only breed of dog I know that will chase them. Do they have some sort of "i'm a cat? complex?

I don't have anything to say about the piddling, just wanted to say , ARG I MISS PDX!

Ohhhhhhhhhhh very pretty pooches. Herc looks like he'd make a good "boyfriend" for Felony, huh Sasha?

I don't think it was the booze thing, there were several times before and after that time that I had come home just a lil bit tipsy and it never happened. I think it may have been the time, I came home wayyyyyyyyy later that night.

Lets see, when Ivan was growing up we lost several things to his teeth. The Nightmare Before Christmas, half the tape was just plain gone. Half of the couch, (hmmmm a Dalamtian Attention Deficit Disorder thing maybe?) the entire side off of the garage in one 20 minute time frame. Well it was the siding not the wall. Many food items. When he wanted to play he'd swipe at you with his paw like a cat. SO there I am grabbing a videotape from the floor and he comes up and smacks my back, oh the pain of the scratches on my back. He put himself in time out for that one. I think it might have been my scream of pain. On the other hand he did some pretty good things too. I came home late one night, everyone else was asleep and I was kind of ummm stumbly :drinking: . Both he and Phyllis ran downstairs barking and growling, Phyllis realized after a second or two of me talking that it was me, meanwhile Ivan is still sounding like a devil dog. I had no resort but to turn on the godawful flourescent light overhead. The first thing I see is Ivan in midair, hackles raised, teeth bared and snarling like a banshee. He gets this really confused "what the heck are you doing coming home so late" look on his face and goes from kill to love in the blink of an eye. He ended up knocking me down in a flurry of happy 90 pound dog relief. I never worried about our safety if someone were to break into the house after that! Another time my dad and I took the kids for a walk. We had parked in the lot of a bar in the middle of nowhere while a softball game was going on. I had Phyills and headed back first, because she and I were both getting tired of trying to keep with Mr. Energy Ivan. (he was probably about 10 months old at the time.) Of course since we were in the middle of nowhere, most of the people had never seen a real live Dalmatian before so people we coming up and admiring her, which she adored. And she was sitting in her usually dainty pose, one of her front paws delicately kind of lifted up. ( she was oh so feminine.) Well I was getting into a conversation with somebody and was holding onto her leash with just the circle of my forefinger and thumb. Well I felt the leash start to vibrate so I tightened my grip just as she lunged at this huge, drunk guy who was doing the whole oh baby why dont we go somewhere hehehe. The woman I had been talking to was all like " Well I wanted a Dalmatian, but not if they are viscious." Uh lady she was protecting me. Before that guy and after there must have been 30 people that came up to pet her and she was perfectly fine. A queen allowing her adoring public to greet her. A few days later on the news, I saw the guy again, he was wanted for a rape and assault that occured a few hours after I encountered him! Our dogs adored people and were total attention hogs, other than those stories, I never saw them be aggressive to anyone.

But but but, she's not a Dal. *pitiful whine* (ok ok ok she sounds cute)

As to why she was never registered, I have not a clue, I was about 8 when we got her.

Not usually. Actually I was walking Simon once and ran into another person with a liver spotted Dal! it turned out that this dog was Simon's litter sister. She was about the same size as him. Phyllis came from a kennel that was primarily show dogs, hence smaller than the larger dogs from the "pet" kennel. And yes, MeiMei, liver and black refer to spot color.

Well as far as my dals go, Phyllis, the black female was about 45 pounds and about 19 inches at the shoulder. Simon one fo the 2 liver males was very tall, about 23-24 inches at the shoulder and thin body I think he weighed about 65-70. Ivan was about the same height but he was very brawny about 90-95 and not fat at all. We used to joke that if he ran into a wall, moved his spots together to the right placement, changed the white to black and lost his tail, that he would be a Rottweiller. He was a solid dog. Phyllis wasn't registered, but both Simon and Ivan were registered and from decent breeders. ( I don't recall the names as of this second, I was pretty young when we got them, but I'll see if I can track them down.)

Funny, here I was thinking that I had owned the only 3 in existance. Maybe you could put masks on them Jan?

Wait Jan aren't those a pair of the rare spotted white dobes with natural ears and tails in your picture?

A friend of mine has one of the so called "tough breeds" (APBT) and she has a dainty spiked collar. 9 times out 10 the people who encounter her have no clue what she is and think it's cute that this smallish (about knee high) pup has such a "tough" collar when she's such a shy dainty girl. After they learn what her breed is they chastise her for ruining the "Pitbull Image" but in a good way! Smiles all around. I'll admit that when I met her I was scared of her though, but not for the obvious reasons. When I was a wee child I was out playing in my yard with the family dog when another dog came over and my dog, being protective , got into a fight. I got yanked out of it right away, but to this day when I meet new dogs I'm not totally at ease. I have gotten better though, now it's generally only when they bark ,until I get to know them. Once I get used to them I can actually encourage them to make noise. My fear is totally irrational in proportion to breed. If there is a quiet Rottweiler and a yipping Chihuahua sitting next to each other, I'm going to go hey you sweet Rottie please protect me from that Chihuahua, even though logically I know the Rottie could do way more harm to me. I'm not saying that because Rotties are mean, but just out of sheer size. Make sense?

For me it's the white dobie bit AND the 5 year old and 3 1/2 -4 year old having their own dogs, that they can BREED LATER IF THEY WANT TO. The whole idea just kind of skeeves me out. What 4 or 5 year old , or even if they wait til the wizened age of 9, is mature enough to handle or make that decision?

I don't believe this. Anyone else think it's mildly absurd? *hint* pay special attention to the last couple of paragraphs. [url]http://www.alltel.net/~thaxdorn/shelties.htm[/url]

I have seen more spiked collars on Chihuahuas/Poodles etc than I have on any of those breeds. I really want to get a spiked collar for my Samoyed, but a) his neck is so damn big and b) he's so damn fluffy that I don't think anyone would see it. My first thought when I see a spiked collar on a dog is "Hey! Punk Rock Puppy!" I have friends who have spiked collars on thier dogs and spikes on their jackets, and I've never been scratched by the dog's collar, their owner's jacket on the other hand is a different matter.

She? Whoops. In any event as much as I am pouting about her not being mine, I'm very glad she found a home.

ACK! If I wasn't so far away from that dog.....he'd be MINE!