He identified a job to keep himself occupied, to improve the breed.
He was a great dog though.
My dog saved my bacon,so to speak.
I was driving late at night and in a hurry,with a beer in hand and the dog next to me. All at once the dog stood up and focused on something ahead.
I got off the gas and on the brake in time to miss a herd of deer crossing the road.
Only ate one or two of them, but always the old ones.
The one we just put down became psychotic over the lack of activity. It tried to heard cats, and patrolled the yard like a security guard on the look out for squirrels and opossum.
I kind of miss him, but he killed every thing that he could... I baited a few skunks and had hin take them out. Big mistake.