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(As with the Classified Ad section, newer letters will be added at the top, "old" letters will be left in place for all to benefit.)
Beth Rettenmund of Wisconsin
My sister and I adopted a stray Catahoula puppy from the Humane Society in February, Zoe, who is now approximately nine months old. She is definitely better behaved when tired out and that happens the best by us taking her to doggy daycare or the dog park. She gets much more exercise if there are other dogs around for her to play with. We've been working with her on obedience and agility. Of course, the night I came into the kitchen and she was standing with all four paws on a stool trying to reach the cheese curls, I wondered if agility was sending her down the path to a life of crime..... ;-)
When we first got Zoe, it was an almost constant clamp, clamp, chomp, chomp, chomp on arms, hands, legs, and various other body parts. It was as we were overcoming this stuff that circling, rushing in, snapping, etc., started up. She has bit both my sister and I hard enough to scrape and bruise the skin. This aggressiveness is a bit worrisome because obviously we don't want it to escalate. Since she is aggressive, we've taken her to Trisha McConnell of Dog's Best Friend, who is a trainer and behaviorist. Trisha says we have the "advanced model" when it comes to dogs. I think we are making some progress, and it is less of a problem if she's gotten to play with other dogs. One of the problems for me is just plain disbelief. She is so good so much of the time it's like a little hell hound has switched places with her.
She has learned to escape from her crate. Call it coincidence or what you will, but the night before the first crate escape I had taken her to the dog park and met a guy whose mother has a Catahoula. He asked me if I found them to be especially smart. He then explained how his mom's Catahoula figured out how to get out of its crate. Right there in front of Zoe and everybody... ;-)
There is one window that Zoe is expecially fond of looking out. There's even a little stool there that she'll put her front feet on to get a better view. She also really likes the stuffed squeaky animal toys -- and especially seems to like the smaller ones. From time to time she will set them in the window, lined up and "looking" out......
We had a small softbites frisbee for her that we got in February, but she hadn't been interested in. We had it on a shelf in the laundry room and usually had it on top of her food bowl to try to deter the cat from sneaking dog food. One day toward the end of March, Mom was telling my sister Julie about a segment she had seen about dog frisbee. A few minutes later, Zoe came carrying her frisbee into the living room. Julie figured it was just a coincidence and that it was a hint to get fed. When Julie offered her the food though, she wasn't interested.
Just how smart are these dogs, anyway!?
Carolyn Bergeron of Maine
Linda, I've adopted two Catahoulas from the listings in your Classified Ads. "Ranger" was advertised as being a black & tan Catahoula/coonhound mix, but looks exactly like a Catahoula. He was housebroken, friendly, is a determined little fellow, healthy, and has tons of energy. I believe he is a Leopard Cur. His "pack" consists of me, Scout, Pebbles, and sometimes Shane... all Catahoulas. The "free" dogs listing is a great service, THANK YOU. I wish more Catahoula people could squeeze another Catahoula into their lives, and save a beautiful dog from falling into the wrong hands or eventually being put to sleep in a pound. Pebbles was also adopted from your list, her very nice owner was unable to keep her.
Anyone interested in forming a Catahoula Rescue Association or something similar?
Steve Ehrhardt of California
First, I'd like to thank you for you Ezine - without it, I would have very little information about my dog. For that matter, I probably would still be wondering what he was!
We found our dog. "Slinky", near the railroad tracks in our town. He was somewhat the worse for wear, and looked like he'd had a hard time of it. He was about 6 months old, and had been taken in briefly by another family who had turned him loose again after finding him too hard to handle. Slinky earned his name by the fact that he would "slink" to you when called, and didn't start to walk around in a normal posture for about a week. In spite of that, I saw something in him that made me believe that he was going to be a challenge, and questioned my wife as to whether she really wanted to take this dog on, but she indicated that she did. (A decision that I'm sure that she's regretted from time to time!)
After the first week or so, Slinky began to show his true character, which is to say tough and defiant. He would challenge me if I attempted to correct him, or even when I invaded his "space". He generally made it quite clear that he expected to be the Alpha, and that I should just follow his lead!
I'll skip over the many battles that this strong-willed dog and I had over the ensuing months. Suffice it to say that my dad, a dog-lover if there ever was one, questioned my sanity for keeping him, and my wife had her shoulder dislocated (twice) when trying to walk him. Still, I had faith (at least most of the time) that he would turn out to be worth the effort.
The Slink is now about 20 months old, and after much work and patience is rewarding my faith in him. He now has the nickname "Velcro", because he's always stuck to your side wherever you go, and is as affectionate as he once was challenging.
He's been great with our four young children. (He always reserved his tough side for my wife and myself - the kids could get away with anything!) He's very protective of them - my eleven-year-old daughter's "boyfriend" came over the other day and did something Slinky didn't like, and found himself flat on the floor with a 75-pound Catahoula glaring down at him. I think he's going to be very handy when she starts dating. ;-)
I've skipped over how we came to identify him as a Catahoula… When we got him, the very first thing that we tried to do was identify what breed or breeds that he might be. He looked like the strangest mix of breeds that we'd ever seen, and although we knew from pictures that he bore some resemblance to a Catahoula, the breed is pretty much unheard of in this area (Northern California), so what were the odds?
Finally, I searched the web for more information and found your page. The more I read, the more I became convinced that we did have a Catahoula on our hands. He matches the standards for the breed quite well, both in appearance and in personality. He may or may not be a pure Catahoula, but he ought to be.
Slinky is a blue leopard with black spots and tan legs. He has a mostly white chest and a tri-colored face. (Viewed from the front, he looks very much like "Maggie" on the Ezine page.) He has one white paw (right front) and a small white tip to his tail. In size and proportion he's about what the descriptions I've read would lead you to expect. He's right about 2 feet tall at the shoulders, and weighs about 75 pounds. The only way in which he differs from the norms, as I understand them, is that his ears are a bit too erect. Whether this is because of some other breed(s) being mixed in, or because of some variation within the breed would be difficult to say. (I have to point out that I've never seen a certified Catahoula - only pictures and descriptions.)
One story that may shed a little light on his background:
My wife was in the park one day when she was approached by a man who said he had a dog who could pass for Slinky's twin. He told this story about how he had gotten his dog:
At almost the same time that we took in Slinky, this man happened on an animal control officer and 2 policemen trying to load a dog into the back of the (animal control officer's) truck. (This was also only a few blocks from where we had found Slinky). The dog not only was not cooperating, he was doing an excellent job of it - which was why the police had stopped to help.The man then offered to take the dog off of their hands - an offer they gratefully accepted!
We've not yet run into the man when he had his dog in the park, but I expect that we will someday. It's a small town, and just about every dog in town shows up in the park sometime. When we do, I look forward to comparing notes (and dogs). It's scary to think that there might be several more of these terrorizing the populace! :-)
Slinky is a house dog, strangely enough, and this means he’s allowed to sleep in our room at night. (He wouldn't consider sleeping any further away, and was very vocal in his objections if we tried.)
First we just let him sleep on the floor in a corner of our room. Things went well enough for a number of nights, until we awoke one morning to find that he had chewed a corner off of our dresser! (How he did this so quietly as to not awaken either my wife or myself remains a mystery.) This led to our purchasing a very large crate, and having him sleep in that at night. He adjusted to the crate much more easily than I had anticipated, but before we could congratulate ourselves he started whimpering and whining all night. He didn't mind the crate - he would only start after we got into bed, but nothing would stop him once he started.
I wasn't about to give in to him, so I resorted to wearing earplugs to bed at night. My wife could handle neither the dog's noise or the earplugs, so she resorted to sleeping on the couch down the hall for the duration.
At this point, he switched to whining for only a short time after I went to bed. Figuring we had the problem all but licked, my wife tried to stay in the room with me, only to find that he was whining all night again! After a few cycles like this, we reached the conclusion the dog was just plain jealous! Either of us could sleep singly in the bed, and he'd be fairly content, but let *both* of us get in, and he'd start to raise a ruckus.
About the same time, I figured something out about Slinky's personality that led to the solution. If you couldn't correct him immediately after he misbehaved, that fuzzy brain of his told him that he'd gotten away with something. He'd keep repeating the behavior until you actually caught him in the act. Well there was no way that I could get up fast enough to correct him in that crate, no matter how many tricks I tried. (One was running the vacuum cleaner hose into the crate from the blower side, and switching it on when he made noise. (It didn't work.)
Finally, in desperation I bought a remote-control training collar (these thing are expen$ive), and put it on him when we went to bed that night. He started his concert right on cue, and I said "Enough!", and hit the button on the collar. The sound died abruptly, with what I would swear was a note of puzzlement.
He didn't make a sound the rest of the night.
On subsequent nights, he would make a half-hearted attempt to start up again, but he never persisted at it again. He wasn't sure *how* we were doing it, but he'd quickly figured out that he couldn't get away with serenading us each night, so he gave it up. He found other ways to annoy us instead....
The land around here is painfully flat, so large drainage basins are dug out to a depth of about 15 feet below the surrounding ground to give rainwater someplace to go to. These can turn into small lakes when it rains heavily, but since it only rains here in the winter months, they're commonly turned into parks that can be used the rest of the year. There's such a park roughly across the street from my house, and it provides a ready answer for the problem of exercising an over-active Catahoula when the yard's too small. Like most such parks, it has landscaping only around the edges, with the rest being just open, grassy fields. It's also fenced around the edges and usually sparsely populated, so it's a great spot for off-the-leash training. Last Saturday, I took my four kids and Slinky to the park. The kids wanted to fly a kite, and I wanted to work with the Slink on some obedience skills that he still hasn't mastered.
(The hardest thing to teach this dog has been to direct him away from you. You can tell him to go out in some direction, but he's loathe to go too far from you - unless he's chasing something, of course!)
The kids were running all around the park while I once again tried to persuade Slinky to go where I was directing him, but he didn't seem to be grasping the concept. Then I had an inspiration. I told Slinky, "Out to Gwen!". He immediately ran to the edge of the park where Gwen was. Then, to my surprise he got behind her and chased her back to me.
I tried this with each of the children in turn, and it quickly became apparent that he both knew all of their names, and that he greatly enjoyed "retrieving" them for me. When my son went into some shrubbery at the edge of the park (where he's not supposed to go), Slinky gleefully chased him back out at my request. The look of surprise on my son's face when he ran out was priceless.
The behavior is not something that I had taught him. In truth, I didn't really expect him to corral the kids - I had only hoped that he would go to them. Slinky knew an opportunity to herd something when he saw it, and he made the most of it.
Again, thanks for providing information about the breed. I've truly come to love this dog, even though I'm not sure that I'd ever want to raise another one! ;-)
12/20/97... Slinky Update:
He's continuing to mature (thank God), and continues to amaze me with how different he is from any dog that I've known before.
He's probably the most protective/vigilant dog that I've ever seen. The way that he always is looking for any potential threat, and positioning himself between "his" people and whatever, is something to behold. He's friendly enough with other people, but he always tries to stay between them and his family as much as he can. (You never know what they might do...)
His tendency to vocalize seems to increase with age. There are distinct sounds for concern, frustration, "I'm mad at you", and his "greeting sound" - which I can't adequately describe, but will only be heard when you get up in the morning or return from being away. He seldom barks, per se, but he certainly makes a lot of noise.
The most interesting new behavior is "herding" animals on TV!
Slinky has never paid attention to the TV, unlike other dogs that I've known. He knows that the doorbell on TV is not the real doorbell, that dogs on TV need not be barked at, and so on. If a cow or horse fills the screen though, he drops whatever he's doing and goes over to stare at the screen with a look that says, "I think I should be chasing this."
He only looks at the TV for as long as the animal is there, and it doesn't seem to make any difference whether there is any sound to indicate that it's there - the sight alone seems to be enough. I've got to rent some movies about cattle drives to see how long he will stay at it.
Jeanie Smith of Mississippi
Linda, last Spring I wrote you about my puppies I had gotten at the rescue league in Mississippi. Mutt, a male liver/red/white arrogant little infant; and Mollie his sister, white with glass eyes and a red head and spots or swirls, and obviously the Alpha female. When I wrote you, I asked if they were really talking to me when they made their odd noises. You said yes!! You might have known what the next few months would bring, but I didn't. Let me tell you that I had never been a dog lover and had very mixed emotions about the ugly little critters that my husband wanted to bring home from the rescue league. I hadn't had a dog since I was in school and certainly would have preferred something with a little more class!! Even so, they were little, and had the most beautiful eyes, and I gave in.
I started to research the breed and after talking with you via Email, ordered your book and becam more and more awed at these intelligent little animals. Mollie was constantly trying to kill her little brother one minute and play with him the next. Your book saved my sanity on more than one occasion!! The neighbors came to see us one day, checking to see if one of them was dead, due to the noise of a fight. They were only about three months old. I pulled out the book and explained that they were really normal--- if you can call anything about a Catahoula normal!!!
Linda, there is no way to tell you how these two took my heart and my husband's. Your book helped me get them in the house to sleep at night. MY NEW HOUSE WITH NICE CLEAN CARPET AND SPECIAL THINGS! Somewhere in your book you mentioned that they become more a part of the family if you let them in the house at least once in awhile. Well---a tornado passed over my house in late May and I went running outside to grab those poor puppies out of their house and drag them into mine. From that time on, they spent a little time each day with us in the house after work, and we never had to housetrain them. They just simply came to our chairs and sat between us and the TV until we let them out. Then Mutt would come to the door and push it open like he owned the place. Mollie just came in and plopped down on HER comforter and whined until I got on the floor with her and scratched her belly.
Well, I could talk all day about these two and how very smart they were. Let me tell you one other thing---I took Mutt to obedience school and the instructor obviously preferred dainty breeds---and Mutt put them all to shame. He would not climb stairs, however!
Linda, I had to have Mutt put to sleep on Feb. 19. I came home one day to find him paralyzed in his hip. He was in such agony and the Vet said he had dysplasia worse than any he had seen. At less than a year old, nothing could be done. Don and I took him home for one day and couldn't let him suffer any more. I couldn't leave him, so I sat in the truck and talked to him and asked the Vet to come to the truck to put him to sleep. My heart was broken. Little did I know that two weeks later, I'd have to do the same with my Mollie. She got so bad that she just couldn't move. I called the State Vet University, hoping to get something done for her, but to no avail. In early March, I rode with her in the back of the truck, holding her all the way. Can you imagine what the people passing thought about a crying woman holding an 80 lb. dog across her lap. I just didn't care. I couldn't just leaver her at the Vet's. She was my heart!!! So I sat with her while the Vet put her to sleep. Don and I buried them both under a friendship tree given to us by a friend.
We are both so heartbroken, but nothing could ever have given us more love and pleasure than those two wonderfully intelligent, independent, hardheaded wonders. NO breed could ever compare and we will always be CATAHOULA LOVERS. Looking back, their breeder must have known the about the hip dysplasia and immune deficiency problems Mutt and Mollie had, and that's why they were at the rescue league. Some days I'd like to choke the person who left them there. Most days, however, I'm so thankful for the short year of love, adventure, and "training" they gave me.
For now, I don't think they can be replaced. Maybe one day soon, I'll be looking for a healthy little Catahoula puppy or two.
Let me tell you some of the things I have learned since Mutt and Mollie were buried. The neighborhood children have all come to check on them, and are very distressed. It seems that Mutt and Mollie were unofficial baby sitters in the afternoon and during the summer. Children in our neighborhood are generally preteen. Don and I don't have children at home, and after reading your book, I made it a point to introduce Mutt and Mollie to the children. Our backyard is large and fenced with chain link, mostly. Mutt had been scolded for bounding out of the back yard and down the street when the gate was opened. It only took one good verbal reprimand! What I didn't know until just recently is that on several afternoons, Mutt just opened the gate himself, went over to visit the neighbors beside us, and after he an Mollie played awhile, they would come back in the yard and wait---with innocent faces---until Don and I got home from work. Figure this! The gate to the backyard would be almost closed, but Mutt hadn't yet figured a way to latch the gate after he got back inside. Getting out was no problem for him, he just didn't do it while we were home!!!
On one occasion, three children came to visit us. Mutt and Mollie had not been around them and they were a pretty busy group. We have a large swimming pool in the backyard, and the children were determined to play around it. While their parents didn't seem too worried, I was. The littlest guy was about four or five, and I kept walking over and getting between him and the pool. After I had done that about three times, I looked up to find Mollie herding him away from the pool! She simply placed herself in the position I had taken between the child and the pool, and she was relentless. The only problem was that he got a little loud and tried to run around her. While she didn't bite him, she mouthed his arm and shirt trying to stop the movement, I think. One scolding and she just herded him for the rest of the afternoon. I don't know who was more tired that afternoon's end---Mollie or the little boy!!!
Just a little point for those who may be new to the Catahoula breed like I was. When they were puppies, they didn't jump up on us or want to jump up into the truck, etc. I know now that the hip problem was probably there even then. Perhaps if I had known, I could have done something more for them. I just thought that they didn't like stairs or were afraid to jump, so I didn't force the issue.
On reading about feeding, I became concerned that I had made an error there also. When Mutt and Mollie were almost a year old, I started feeding the Purina Formula One. They just grew by leaps and bounds---and I wonder if the fast growth could have caused the dysplasia to suddenly become so bad. If that's the case, why did my Vet recommend the food for my puppies? Or did I mess up by getting the adult formula rather than the puppy formula? Perhaps the answers to these questions could help someone "green" like me.
Well, I must be getting better because I didn't cry the whole time I wrote this letter. Don and I will always miss Mutt and Mollie's Whole Body Wags as we drive up the driveway. We will always miss Mollie's determined "belly rub demand". Most of all, however, we will miss their antics in front of the TV each night. They would play fight and mouth off for a few minutes while laying on the floor. I can't explain it other than to say that they butted head, mouthed each other, and made the most unusual sounds, almost catlike sounds---wailing, growling, wolflike, puppy-playful sounds---always just as the most interesting news came on TV. If I didn't know better, I'd think they were just aggravating Don until he would say "HEY!! HUSH you two!! With that, they each went to their own blanket, worked for awhile to pull and tug it into the exactly right position, then lay down and quietly slept or watched TV.
Thanks so much Linda, I just wanted to share my heartache with someone who would understand. There is so much more I'd like to tell you about Mutt and Mollie---but I can't really describe the joy and comedy they brought into our lives. I'm always ready, however, if someone wants to talk.
GOOD NIGHT MUTT AND MOLLIE!!!
My parents have a Catahoula cow dog named Butch. Butch is one of the smartest dogs we've had---he's even learned to lie. My parents live in Missouri and my mom thinks Butch really suffers more from the cold than the other longer-haired dogs. She will let him into the enclosed boot room by the house when she sees him shivering. We soon realized, though, he will shiver in any temperature if he sees my mom coming. At Thanksgiving Butch hurt his paw, but when I came home for Christmas it was completely healed. I was sitting on the porch with him when he began to shiver violently and limp painfully toward the side of the house with his teeth chattering audibly. Around the corner came Mom, who dropped to her knees and petted him saying, "Oh no! Poor Butch! Did he hurt his paw again?!?" I said, "No, he's just discovered a new dog profession---no more working cattle, he's gonna be a con artist!"
John Gourley of Arizona
I got a chance to get on your Catahoula web page for the second time, after having checked it out a few months ago. I wanted to congratulate you on how much has been added since I last checked it out. I haven't had a chance to look at everything yet, but I noticed what looks like many good articles and information on the Catahoulas.
I feel when someone does a good job on something they should be told about it....maybe that way you will keep up the good work. *smile*
I am located in Southeast Arizone, and have a Southern Blackmouth Cur I got from a breeder in Mississippi. He is a super dog and never ceases to amaze me, the things he can do.
Keep up the good work with your Catahoula page!
My Catahoula Kelly is the most social animal I have ever owned. Sure she still likes to herd my party guests into a corner without their knowledge. But I must say I will only have Catahoulas as companions. She is extremely intelligent and learns new tasks/tricks after the third time of showing her. She is very vocal when she wants to show you something or simply to get your attention. Those blue eyes just melt my heart. People marvel at the softness of her merle coat. As a high energy animal I spend time with her exercising, playing and rough housing. This type of physical stimulation is needed to maintain a healthy Catahoula. Thanks for this site just for Catahoulas.
Timi Glaser of Wisconsin
Thanks for a place to learn more about our favorite friend! It's so nice to have a place to talk Leopard! My husband and I adopted a female Catahoula a couple of years ago. She had been abandoned with heart worms. We had her treated and she has been a happy addition to our family ever since. She is so smart and lovable and allows our six year old to do anything to her without complaint! We were astonished (and relieved) how well she gets along with children. In the only two books we could find a small paragraph about them, they are supposed to be fabulous family dogs and watch dogs.
It's true that she requires a lot of space to run -- unfortunately, at the moment, we are confined to a townhouse with a small yard. We try to take her for long walks, but it's not the same. We recently moved to Wisconsin from Texas where we had a large back yard and she was able to go in and out as she pleased. Once our house sells in TX we are going to look for a home either on a large piece of land or a spacious back yard for her exercise (not to mention to benefit the children as well).
Danielle in New York
We adopted an eight month old puppy (Olivia) about a year ago. The family that had her couldn't keep her because their older female Catahoula did not like her and abused her. We take her to my sister in law's to run. She has two male German Shepherds and 45 acres of land. Olivia loves to play with the boys, although it was many visits before she learned that these dogs didn't want to hurt her. We take her at least once a week. She improves in some way every day. Just this week she has learned to play fetch with us. In the past, she just looked at us and tipped her head, unsure what we wanted. She doesn't like anyone to play too rough. If an adult wrestles with the kids she will put her mouth gently on the adult's arm, just hard enough to let them know she does not like this. I think the combination of living in the city, in a small house with another female dog was the situation she accepted. Now she has learned to be with us and is much happier. We love her and want to make her a happy dog that is part of our family.
This dog has been a challenge in some ways because we have three active children ages 9, 7, and 6. Olivia (the dog) would try to protect me (mother) from my children and snap at them. An aggressive dog is not what we expected. For awhile I thought it wouldn't work out, but we love her so that we have been working with her behavior problems and I think everything is going to be fine. After owning a Dalmatian, this dog's temperament is more accepting of correction, and she adjusts her behavior quickly.
Roland Luga of Hawaii
I was thrilled to receive your book yesterday and needless to say I have read it cover to cover. My compliments on your book and please keep me posted when your next books are available.
Now I am more convinced than ever that Catahoulas are the dogs I am looking for. My dilemma is that the cost to quarantine a dog on my island for 90 days is over $2,000 at the private facility here. I have the option to quarantine the dog on a different island which has state run facilities. That costs less $600 for three months but that only includes shelter for the animal. You have to groom, feed, and exercise your own animal daily, so I would have to hire a pet sponsor to do it for me and that adds another $600-800 to the cost. So I am looking at a cost of $1,200 to $2,200 to currently bring a single dog into the state. It's crazy, but that's the law.
I have a four year old Catahoula male named Bud. He lives in the house and helps with our horses and my husband's wild bird dog pups. He was bred by Mr. E.B. Harris of Warrenton, NC, who has an excellent pure strain. Up here we dock the tails, some folks have asked if Bud was part Rottweiler as the breed is not common in this state. Bud is black, tan, and merle, weighs 95 lbs., and jogs with me every day that I do. I have no intention of neutering Bud as he is under complete control to my wishes including showing interest in females, and would consider breeding him for the good of the breed.
Ellen in Oregon
March 5: I want to thank you for the time and effort that you have put into this area. It's taken me weeks to find it. I have a male Catahoula, Boogie, that I acquired from my parents (in their eighties) who bought him on a whim. He's 9 months old and fitting well into our house with an Aussi and a Cattle dog. Both ladies are mature and spayed. Boogie showed aggression towards my father and I removed him from their house. He has not showed any aggression here with any of us (husband, two dogs, son visits from college with his dog). I understand the "alpha" concept and obedience training, and he is learning. Socializing is going well also.
March 8: Boogie will be neutered this coming week and his invisible fence will be installed here soon (waiting for the rain to slow down), then he will have about a half acre to run and play in. That will beat the hall of the house. Catahoulas here in Oregon are rare. I have located a breeder from your page and contacted her. She is very willing to help and guide me with Boogie. The breeder that Boogie was gotten from has little to say other than the "selling" part of the breed.
March 25: I wrote to you asking questions about Catahoulas. You gave good answers and food for thought. I am writing you to let you know that Boogie turned on me and my husband both last night. He was up on the couch and I asked him to get off. His response was deep growling and showing teeth. I told him a strong NO and my son the Vet student took him outside and removed him from the situation. Later the same evening, he was back in the house and for no reason went after my husband who has been his "buddy". At that point he was removed from the house and this morning was put down. I know that we could have invested time and $ in aggression training, but with our lifestyle and the fact that my husband is away at times, I didn't feel that I could ever trust the dog again. It was a sleepless night for us, and I almost gave in this morning. He was such a pretty dog and very loving and seemed to want to please. But I have to think about our safety. I have friends with small children and they spend time here and I didn't want anything to happen.
I guess that I am still looking for answers, but I know that sometimes there aren't any. I don't hold any bad feelings toward the breed. Thank you for the time and effort that you are putting into information on the breed. Thank you for listening to me. I needed to get this off my chest.
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