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WHY DID YOU GET INTO THESE DOGS?
for me there is no other animal pound for pound that has the drive and determination to please there master with a DO OR DIE I KNOW I CAN ATTITUDE
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guess i was born with these fine animals....i don't have a single memory in life where i didn't have bulldogs. as a young boy i took care of my dads dogs just to play with the pups...the only bad thing was every pup they seen me take interest in and want for myself they would take ...said i had an eye for dogs...i didn't understand what they meant by that till later on in life....... been raising the line i have now for the past 20 years and if i have it in me ill have them right beside me for 20 more.....
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For give my spelling . I got into these dogs threw a buddy of mines that hunts hogs he bought a garner bred dog about 10 years ago as a pup. The dog grew and he began hunting him and one day it turns on and starts attacking his trackers. He decides he wants to kill the dog i said I'll take him an that was it i started learning (still am) about these hounds and meet up with an old time dog guy in Hawaii he gave me some jeep bred dogs that can actually hunt hogs really well and I've only had these dog ever since.
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My brother turn me on to these dogs. Him and his friends had them and were always around them. I really got hook when I bought my own in 98. Every since then I have been hooked. Jeep redboy rascal, I ended up buying 3 out of the litter 1 good , 1 was special, and 1 was ok. Next I purchased a jeep/colby dog helluva dog but did not like to work, from there a nigerino out law bitch, cold as ice...threw good damn dogs though. If I could turn back the hands of time I would start all over again with the same dogs. I really miss them. They taught me so much. In 05-06 I purchased a dog off Wildsides Vader... I'd take her again..28 lbs of fire.
As of now, I have a couple I'm hoping will bring me the same joy as some of the dogs mentioned though, so far I see shades of the past,but each is their own individual and will be given the proper time to mature...I don't think I can live without them....bored as hell without them lol.
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As a kid growing up, I had always been around good working dogs. My Grandfather had working cattle dogs that were unbelievable and he also raised and hunted with a big family of Beagles. My Father also raised and hunted with these Beagles until I moved out and went on my own. Truth be known, it was me who raised and cared for all of them after my Grandfather died when I was eight years old. After I moved out when I was eighteen, they all disappeared. I always loved dogs. I would always look at the encyclopedia and study all of the different breeds over and over again. I would go to the library and read all I could find and just couldn't get enough.
We were always camping out at the lake and spending most of the summer fishing and skiing when I was growing up. One day, when I was thirteen or fourteen, a truck pulls into the campground with a little 30 pound brindle male dog. He was absolutely stunning. I had never seen anything like him. He was the greatest, most beautiful dog I had ever seen. I ran up to his truck and asked the man who owned him what kind of dog it was. He told me that he was a registered American Staffordshire Terrier, but everyone just called him a Pitbull.
He ended up camping next to us for a couple of days and he was a really great guy. He could tell how much I liked the dog and let me walk him around the campsite and play with him that whole weekend. I fell in love with the breed immediately. My father wouldn't allow me to have one no matter how hard I tried to convince him. I thought he was just being mean but I understand why now. We lived in the middle of town and he just didn't want to risk something happening. The day after I moved out of my parents house, I bought my first bulldog. I still have dogs that carry her blood to this very day. The dog in my avatar is her grandson.
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Best friend's Dad had dogs. My first job was walking his dogs at 10-11-12 years old. He would run one on a mill and my buddy and I would walk one around the back fields. Swap them out and do the same again. He would give us three or four or five dollars for a session. At 10-12 in rural North Carolina five dollars per job was damn near like a Rockefeller.
The as I figured some things out I was hooked. The power, the conditioning, the muscles that were hard as 'pig iron'. Just captivated. He gave me a puppy once and if he ran his dog on the mill for thirty minutes when he wasn't looking I would run mine for 40. If he pulled 10 pounds I would pull 20. I tied him to the handle bars of my bike for miles upon miles. At around 2 he was a beast of an athlete.
Hooked at a young age. S
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I grew up with dogs, my mother loved German Shepherds.. Although they can be great dogs and are very smart they were never appealing to me, I never cared for long hair dogs.. From the first moment I seen this beautiful breed I was hooked!.. I've was always into sports and carried myself as an athlete and to me they are the greatest athletic breed!.. Their bodies are so strong and muscular with the great natural wind and an unmatched Drive!!.. The fact that they live to Love and Please their onwers and family was just a bonus...
Around 92 when I was about 18 a freind of mine had a unregistered female with a litter and only the runt female was left so I took her.. With in a year I gotten my first pure breed (Alligator, Snooty, Going Light) female!.. With in another year 2 more, but shortly after that my first child was born than I got married.. So I had to give up my dream/dogs and dedicate my life and time to my family... Now it's finally my time to begin my Dog Family again!!...
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Not entirely on topic but that's what I ask myself almost daily. Why the fuck did you get in these dogs.
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I can't sing or dance......Ah.....OH!
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