[brewcrew]

Unless you have owned Airedales you usually don't realize that all other breeds are inferior to these fine dogs.

Yours may be great, but careful with the glittering generalities. We have some friends whose Airedale ate multiple floppy disks, several pairs of panty hose, and a whole bar of Irish Spring. Too many trips to the vet.

[Triple Word Score]

"He drank up all the water
He ate up all the soap
And now he's sick in bed
With bubbles in his throat."

"Mama called the doctor
the doctor called the nurse
The nurse called the lady with the alligator purse..."

Sorry!

Any beast that would eat a whole bar of Salt Of A Pig is one tough animal!

[mgstarr]

We have some friends whose Airedale ate multiple floppy disks, several pairs of panty hose, and a whole bar of Irish Spring. Too many trips to the vet.

I've lost several pairs of shoes of lots of razors to my Airedales. That said, more than worth the inconvenience.

Would refer you to Jack, an Airedale who won the Victoria Cross posthumously for gallantry in WWI.

Saved a battalion from destruction by carrying a message through one-half mile of swamp. The artillery barrage that surrounded him broke his jaw and shattered his foreleg. But he persevered, delivered his message to headquarters and then fell dead. The battalion was relieved, and Jack was awarded a posthumous Victoria Cross for "Gallantry in the Field."

Enough said.

[Central Scrutiniser]

Airedales are fantastic dogs, I'd still own one but there are some bad breeders out there that are hurting the breed.

[hershey]

My dad and his brothers had three airdales, littermates. They were fine individually, great dogs, but when they ran around as a pack...this was Napoleon, Ohio, eons ago, they were bad to the bone. The wouldn't let one neighbor lady leave her house, and then, alas, there was the small matter of a few dead sheep. We'll never know if the airdales were guilty, but it was enough to break up the gang. Some years after that, Dad had a German shepherd trained to let anyone in the house, only you couldn't leave. (I presume my grandfather had a shotgun, as well.) My dad took my mom home to meet the folks and warned her about getting up in the middle of the night. She got up to go to the bathroom, came out, and found a cold nose nuzzling the palm of her hand as the dog guided her back to her bedroom.