Sometimes I think my dog will go to hell....he attacked a deer....just a baby...but he was bred to kill. He's a cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a Jack Russell Terrier. That's a lot of terrier in an 18 pound package. Genetically modified dog. I love him but by human standards he's a nasty little bastard. I'll miss him terribly when he passes. We have a bet amongst my friends about who will die first, my dog or I. I didn't even want a damned dog. My wife and kids wanted a dog. Now he's my dog and he's my best friend.
I had a 5lb Yorke. Most vicious dog I have ever owned. She attacked a Husky while with my daughter. Husky won. In hospital a week. Stood in the window, they go to the floor, tubes sticking out from her, Husky walks by she barks and growls. Just wait until I get out of here. Of course raised in Scotland to attack the rats that went under the looms. My husband would say if that dog was any bigger she would be dangerous. I named her Tipperary. My Granda used to sing the song "Its a long way to Tipperary" Good memory.
There's something so admirable about the little sods. They're so cocky and fearless. Bentley is my first dog. I grew up in a 'cat' family.
When we first received Bentley (from a co-worker who had to leave him at home alone all day. making him unhappy) we didn't get along. He would bite me and I regret to say that I hit him.
I'm sorry Bentley. I didn't hit him hard. It didn't matter anyhow. He still bit me. I didn't know dogs. He sleeps with me now. When I get up, he gets up. If I go outside, he goes outside. He follows me everywhere. I take him everywhere with me. He doesn't bite me very often anymore except when he wants to steal the cat's food and I try to get him away from the bowl. Then he bites me. I don't hit him. I just call him a vicious bastard. He just doesn't get it. He's the boss and why don't I understand? I guess I do now. Respect.
Our friends have a Bernese Mountain/Poodle. Huge dog. Bentley attacked him. Bentley is not invited back. Now I understand the saying "a man's best friend is his dog".
I often wonder if Yorkies have zero idea about how small they are. They are David attacking Goliath. They must have heard the story. Tippy lived to be 17. Thank you your story was the most upbeat I have read all week.
LOL. I don't think dogs have a good idea about their size. My little dog will attack a large dog but he does seem to have an understanding about how dangerously aggressive the other dog is. He'll avoid a dog that is overtly aggressive.
So he's not completely oblivious to danger, apparently.
Best news from the Vatican was when the Pope said dogs go to heaven. I'm not Catholic but I loved him for that.
Sometimes I think my dog will go to hell....he attacked a deer....just a baby...but he was bred to kill. He's a cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a Jack Russell Terrier. That's a lot of terrier in an 18 pound package. Genetically modified dog. I love him but by human standards he's a nasty little bastard. I'll miss him terribly when he passes. We have a bet amongst my friends about who will die first, my dog or I. I didn't even want a damned dog. My wife and kids wanted a dog. Now he's my dog and he's my best friend.
I had a 5lb Yorke. Most vicious dog I have ever owned. She attacked a Husky while with my daughter. Husky won. In hospital a week. Stood in the window, they go to the floor, tubes sticking out from her, Husky walks by she barks and growls. Just wait until I get out of here. Of course raised in Scotland to attack the rats that went under the looms. My husband would say if that dog was any bigger she would be dangerous. I named her Tipperary. My Granda used to sing the song "Its a long way to Tipperary" Good memory.
There's something so admirable about the little sods. They're so cocky and fearless. Bentley is my first dog. I grew up in a 'cat' family.
When we first received Bentley (from a co-worker who had to leave him at home alone all day. making him unhappy) we didn't get along. He would bite me and I regret to say that I hit him.
I'm sorry Bentley. I didn't hit him hard. It didn't matter anyhow. He still bit me. I didn't know dogs. He sleeps with me now. When I get up, he gets up. If I go outside, he goes outside. He follows me everywhere. I take him everywhere with me. He doesn't bite me very often anymore except when he wants to steal the cat's food and I try to get him away from the bowl. Then he bites me. I don't hit him. I just call him a vicious bastard. He just doesn't get it. He's the boss and why don't I understand? I guess I do now. Respect.
Our friends have a Bernese Mountain/Poodle. Huge dog. Bentley attacked him. Bentley is not invited back. Now I understand the saying "a man's best friend is his dog".
I often wonder if Yorkies have zero idea about how small they are. They are David attacking Goliath. They must have heard the story. Tippy lived to be 17. Thank you your story was the most upbeat I have read all week.
LOL. I don't think dogs have a good idea about their size. My little dog will attack a large dog but he does seem to have an understanding about how dangerously aggressive the other dog is. He'll avoid a dog that is overtly aggressive.
So he's not completely oblivious to danger, apparently.