that’s simply not possible because google’s AI sez:
“XL bullies are bred to be friendly and stable, making them suitable for families and companionship”
My little (130 lbs) knucklehead:
Posted on 12/16/2024 1:08:24 AM PST by Libloather
A California man was mauled to death by his own dogs on a San Diego playground Friday when the three beasts refused to let off their owner despite bystanders’ desperate efforts.
Calls started coming into San Diego police around noon Friday reporting a dog attack at the Mesa Viking Neighborhood Park, and when police arrived they found three “XL bullies” sinking their teeth into the defenseless man, according to KTLA.
The attack was so vicious one witness thought police were trying to apprehend a violent criminal.
“I just saw they had something trapped in the weeds over here. I thought it was a person at first because they were talking about setting up a perimeter,” said park neighbor Steve Marto.
“They were big, like XL bullies, just massive muscle,” he said.
As the dogs kept attacking, bystanders tried to help by whacking the canines with shovels and a golf club.
Eventually, the cops were forced to shoot the animals with tasers. Two of the dogs were subdued and caught, but a third escaped into the surrounding neighborhood.
That prompted the nearby Ericson Elementary School to go into lockdown until the animal was found back at its home and captured.
“The officer was able to break up the dogs. They fled, and the injured male was taken to the hospital with unknown injuries,” police said.
(Excerpt) Read more at nypost.com ...
I can probably handle two family oriented dogs or three cuddle dogs.
that’s simply not possible because google’s AI sez:
“XL bullies are bred to be friendly and stable, making them suitable for families and companionship”
My little (130 lbs) knucklehead:
“Understand your limits on what kind of dog suits you”
My limits are more financial than physical. So I have house panthers.
CC
Medal Viking park...
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Good Doggie!
Mesa!
I had the prettiest female tabby that you would ever see. She was a golden brown in colour.
My dog was jumped by a neighbor’s pit bull four days ago. She was lightning quick and strong as three men. She had my dog’s neck and was ripping side to side, making puncture wounds.
As I waded into the struggle, her thrashing head hit me and I thought, this dog is made of wound up steel wire. Thankfully the owner got to her, but now I will walk my dog with protection.
Be careful, goldens will lick you to death!
I used to have a friend with three toy dachshunds (Max, Bruno, and Deiter) who, when you arrived at the house would go completely spastic, but once you were admitted, they became calm, and even friendly.
However, when you got up to leave and made any motion towards the door, they would gang up on you, barking furiously, their little jaws with those sharp teeth making audible snapping sounds as they bit at the air surrounding your lower extremities!
I never got bit, but every single time, it sure felt like you would, and often, you had to slide sideways out the partially opened door as they lunged at you, most often with one of the dogs owners cooing at them “Now boys, come on, behave!”
It was unnerving. I know exactly how those big dogs feel when a small dog is coming at them...all your “vulnerable” parts are within easy snapping and reaching distance of those aggressive little darling dogs of theirs!
unreal you would say that. they knew him and turned on him anyway.
would you equate kids/teens killing a parent as the parent must have “did some thing to trigger them”? obvious the kids have the problem (control, mental, etc)
Little Dach, the dachshund is asking: “Where’s the beef?’
I don’t want to take a chance on owning a dog that could get triggered and kill a child. The benefits don’t out weigh the risk.
Yeah, like being alive.
Nr. ONE rule for potential and current dog owners.
If you don’t know how to train, handle, understand, and work with a dog, you have NO business owning a dog. Period!
Oh, and the owners of the little ankle biters, deserve a kick in the arse.
It’s NOT cute to have an out of control dog, regardless of the breed or size.
If you don’t know what you’re doing, hire and work with a trainer.
I’ve been around dogs all my life and I’ve worked with, and trained dogs for many, many years.
All of my own dogs had been rescues. From Rotties to my current 2 Great Danes.
Once I worked and trained with the dogs and they understood who “Alpha” is, they trusted me and I trusted them. (If a new dog comes into the pack, you have to reestablish the pack order)
There is absolutely NO intimidation, fear, a beating shock, collars..... 😡 required for a dog to understand the rules of the pack.
I fully blame the owners of “bad, out of control, unpredictable....” dogs.
I have found that a hand held electric taser does help when training to ensure dogs know who the alpha leader is. I had a Jack Russell terrorist that I brought into the pack. As you must know, most JRT’s think they have to be the pack leader and to keep him from being seriously injured by the other large members of the pack,the taser I used on him kept him in line. After a while it was no longer needed and all I had to do was pick up the TV remote and call his name and he would settle right down.
Sounds like a full time job, with lots of risks if there is a slip up. When you think about it, one has to be just as careful when handling explosives, toxic chemicals, 18 wheelers in heavy winds and rain, or brain surgery....best wishes....
Tell me more about Rommel! The dog of my heart was a little female Rottie half that size (she was a chub at 75 lbs) named Ursa. She was a smart, sensitive girl who cried when our large male cat bullied her — but went crazy on a bear when it came on our property and risked her life to protect us.
We trained her diligently and spoiled her rotten. I miss her. And I felt a pain beyond pain when cancer took her. She was amazing, and is a legend in our family.
I might modify that for Golden Retrievers:
"Out there is a Perfect Engine, an Eating Machine that is a miracle of evolution - it eats, swims, rolls in smelly stuff, and begs for love, begs for food, and that's all..."
The toy dachshunds described in the post #50 above were owned by one of my best friends, Mark. One February, the temperature frigid and the ground covered with snow, we went out for a walk, as was his wont. I met him near a local school, driving over in my MG Midget, and brought my Golden Retriever "Ruby" with me.
As we walked and talked Ruby ran wild, zigging this way and that, her nose to the ground, then her head erect as she saw a Canadian Goose take off as she galloped towards a football field.
We talked of all matters, great and small.
After a few minutes, I realized I didn't know where my dog was, and stopped, looking around. Far away, at the other end of the football field in some woods, I could see Ruby throwing herself enthusiastically down on the ground, shoulder first, grinding whatever it was deep into her fur.
I screamed out at the top of my lungs "RUBY!"
She froze fixedly, looking directly at me. I screamed "GET OVER HERE!" and with a completely guilty and penitent look, she slunk slowly across the field towards me, her head low, her muzzle extended, and the crescent of white visible under the bottom of each of her dark eyes that were locked on me (every Golden owner knows this guilty look) slinking as only a dog who has done wrong can do.
As she approached, I could see greenish-brown patches and streaks on her beautiful golden fur, and I began shrieking curses.
My dachshund owning friend said "What are you getting all upset about? It's just mud!"
I turned to him and said heatedly "No it isn't-it's SHIT!"
He looked at me in both puzzlement and horror, and said "What? Why would a dog do that?"
I realized, the sum total of his dog experience was those three housebound Teutonic toy dachshunds who never had an opportunity to roll festively in a stinking cow-pie or a dead animal, never mind them sampling what they rolled in to see if it was worth eating!
He had no idea dogs did these things, and his eyes were disbelievingly wide with astonishment and revulsion.
Ruby arrived, her belly close to the ground, and I could see the greenish-brown patches of what was clearly not mud, and I could smell it, too.
I had driven over in my restored MG Midget with her in the passenger seat, and had not had the foresight to bring a blanket, or even a towel for her to sit on. I had visions of driving miles back to my house in that small car, her only a foot or two away from me, with cow-shit or moose-shit all over her. I might never get the smell out of the car. Screaming invective in a loud voice, I threw her on her side in the snow, grabbed a front and rear leg, and began dragging her around the snow, hoping to get some of the fiendishly foul smelling stuff off of her, to no effect.
My friend watched my futile efforts to remove any amount of this terrible, stinking substance, and I was visualizing what the drive home would be like in that cramped cockpit of my beloved MG Midget.
Seeing how fruitless my efforts were to remove this substance which had the sticking power and consistency of industrial strength, molybdenum-based black grease, I realized I had to take another tack.
There was a small partially frozen pond, and my only remaining hope was that a swim in that frigid black water would loosen or remove some of that evil smelling substance.
My Dachshund owning friend said: "That water is freezing! There is no way she will willingly go into it!"
I turned to him and said "Mark: she is a Golden Retriever. There are only four things you need to know to understand them fully...they are fixated on food. They exist only for affection. They will eat or roll in the most disgusting of things ranging from a pile of shit from any animal, to a dead raccoon on the side of the road."
I simply called out "Ruby!" and pointed at the frozen pond. With no sign of hesitancy, she immediately entered that frigid February-frozen pond, and began paddling around with undisguised enthusiasm.
My friend Mark was amazed. He had no idea. His little dogs would poop little nuggets of stool in their basement if they couldn't get outside, and I was playing ping pong with him one night when, retrieving an errant ping-pong ball that had gone under a dresser, saw an array of small, fossilized dog droppings that had been under there so long they had no smell I could detect!
Yes. Goldens are just the most adorable and endearing dogs that exist, but even they have cracks in their dog-character that they have no shame in exhibiting freely!
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