Quote Originally Posted by cffisher View Post
Looks like a sooner to me. Sooner poop in the house as outside.
You may be correct, Charlie, but I believe her to be what my grandfather, Al Cash, would Identify as rare "Leon County Skunk Dog", as opposed to a bird dog or a squirrel dog or a coon dog.

We have lived in fairly nice rural or semi-rural areas most of my life, Ideal places for -------s to dump unwanted pets. "Rusty will find a good home here". We always had our quota of pets already and it tore me up to have to take one to the shelter.

Regarding Sfort's posting about the dog fight, and this is a little off-thread, I lived in a suburb of Washington DC for three years. When I was able to do such things I used to run every day. My usual route took me by a house where a big Shepherd looking dog was kept chained. When I went by that beast would go into a roaring rage and lunge till he hit the end of the chain showing his fangs and pawing the air and, frankly, scaring the (stuffing) out of me. Across the street from that monster lived one of those big full sized pink Poodles with the silly show-dog haircuts. I'm sure he was a fine and valuable animal. They never really appealed to me, but thanks to him I learned something about poodles.

One day the shepherd's collar broke and he headed straight for the poodle and all hell broke loose. You might think it would be time to arrange for a nice burial for the poodle. WRONG! I found out that poodles are fighters. Poodle was more than holding his own in the combat. Then, Poodle's owner came running out with a four-foot long 2X4. Every time the Shepherd came to the top the guy teed off on him with the board. The tide of the battle changed. In a few moments the Shepherd saw the error in his ways and went staggering off holding his head sideways and dripping blood from somewhere on his head.

Justice had been served.


Jim