My pb-mix needs his exercises, pulling and carrying as well. It keeps him happy and calm, and makes it possible for him to live inside with us.
Now if I could just do something about getting hit in the shins with his hard, heavy tail...
They’re Ibizan Hounds.
[or in their native language, “Podenco Ibicenco” which is Spanish for “psycho-twits with no brains who only live to run and hunt”]....:)
Yeah...they’re beautiful alright but after dealing with their semi-feral idiosyncrasies and outright craziness for 20 years, I’m in the mood for ~brains~.....;D
I had the loveliest little PB mix I got from a shelter in ‘92.
She was red so I named her Rowan.
She’d lived on a 2 foot chain and was gang raped by many dogs.
She had 8 puppies, not a one of which looked like another.
Sadly, they all died from hookworms soon after the shelter got them and she looked like death, walking, herself.
In spite of her cruel life, starvation and deprivation, she was the softest, most gentle little dog I ever had.
She was so polite and submissive that she’d slooooowly crawl up near me on the sofa, lie there for a while, just looking at me and then ever-so-gently reach over with her little paw and lightly touch me, to see if it was “okay” for her to be there.
She never held a grudge against humans and seemed very grateful for her new life.
I still miss her sweet little gargoyle face.