Discussion in 'Breeder Discussion' started by bubbagum, May 27, 2013.
Not the rat dogs! Say it isn't so. ;-)
Bailey loves the little rat dogs, but, sadly...they chase her down the street. There is a pack of three we meet on walks...the furry fury! I'd die laughing, but Bailey's feelings would get hurt.
My daughters got a miniature one, shes 5 years old and the size of a kitten, shes boss over abbies cc and god help any cats that crosses her path, iv said shes a rottweiller in disguise,
Not in Mastiffs so not sure what competition there is for most on here. Not a fan of rats either I am terribly clumsy and would like injury them badly.
I can't lie, if I ever got into breeding it'd be of my dream dogs...
If ever there was perfection...
You would be surprised at how fast they get out of the way....LOL
This ^ is what nightmare are made of.
And people think my Diesel is scary. Give me a giant dog any day over that terrifying critter.
My cat barely can, and now that he is almost 18 and deaf it is more of a challenge. The Corso just stay standing which means they hit about mid-thigh... hard to miss them
Exactly. When you run into Kryten he holds you up. The small animals (I'm including the 27" tall dog in this) are dangerous as they can take you out.
Picture this: 120 lb Bailey CC and 200 lbs momma, being chased down the street by three chihuahua dogs and an old lady (shape shifter) with a cane. So very demoralizing.... I run to the opposite side of the street when I see them.
What is it about three dogs together? They get all up in their power when they are a pack of three...even if the pack weighs a total of 10 pounds! I'm not sure, but their owner acts out their aggression because she doesn't give ground. Nope...found that out....one of her rats bit Bailey's nose. Vicious little rat dogs...picking on my poor baby. I fully expected her to come out swinging with her cane. My dog doesn't understand this dynamic.... She wants to be friends with all smaller dogs, but, by-and-large they hate her on sight. When She Goes to the Dog Park...she's Queen of the pack until all the Great Dane's show up...three Great Danes against my baby....they beat her up, and they loom over her while she cowers. Poor Baby...little rat dogs beat her up and the Great Danes beat her up. She can't get a break.
AND, GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN..such a tragedy!
AND, AK...WHAT A NIGHTMARE...Yech! Yuck! Give me the truncated nose of a good Bull Mastiff any day...OR, in honour of Mike, the truncated nose of a good DDB.
Hello. I felt like I would be neglectful if I did not generate this e mail to you this week. Over 11 years ago, my daughter, Morgan, and husband, Steve, ventured your way when Morgan was just in first grade. They fell in love with one of your fawn puppies who we would end up calling "Mudbud." (generated from the movie Air buddies) Steve recalled that his father was one of the few you had that had passed from bloat. He remembered you telling the story of the father had devoured a bag of dog food that had fallen to the dog's level accidentally. Virtually, he ate himself to death. Simply giving a little detail to help you to possibly recall the dogs.
Mudbud was brought home, adjusted well and grew to be an integral part of our family. That spring while he was still fairly small, I took him into Morgan's class at school for show and tell. The class enjoyed a book I read to them followed by bone shape cookies that Mudbud and I shared. Mudbud truly was a gentle giant. I'll never forget how big his paws were as a puppy. He later would become an amazing guard dog. I can't tell you how many times I found myself hysterically laughing as a sales person, UPS person or mail person was greeted by him at the door. As they would come eye to eye with him at our all glass front door, they surely didn't find themselves staying long on our front porch. Nine times out of ten they probably wouldn't find themselves returning. FYI......a great way to deter sales people!
I often tell of how we broke every "pet owner" rule with this dog. From when he first entered our house, he became a bedmate between my husband and I in our kingsize bed. Yes, we had issues! Maybe, that's why we only have 1 child. I swear we previously had followed every rule and our dogs had not had much longevity, so this time we'd thought we'd try something new. Mudbud might have had a dog license once. Mudbud was not on the top of the line diet. Mudbud was off heartworm medication more than he was on it. And, Mudbud ate more dog poop than I possibly knew any dog could ever eat. But, Mudbud was also loved more than any dog we had ever had. Please don't turn us in as he went to the vet once a year and was up to date on all of his shots.
Sadly, an end of an era smacked us in the face this week. Mudbud gained his angel wings and we'll now hold all of these memories dear to our hearts. He truly was the best darn dog we have ever had! Thankfully, we have a young and highly energetic Australian Labradoodle running around to make the void a little more bearable. We just wanted to thank you for breeding such a wonderful pet. It's simply because of you and what you do that our hearts were touched. God bless!
Holly, Steve and Morgan Lantz
That’s what breeding and sharing these special animals makes it all worthwhile. It’s certainly not easy but they truly are THE BEST breed of dog out there. Barb, you are the best at what you do and the best ambassador the breed could have❤️
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