anyone have experience dealing with dog aggression?

[shaunjohnson]

we've gotta maltise poodle cross called Stupid.
it eats rocks, chases rocks, rolls on rocks, collects rocks, barks at rocks and sometimes pee's on the floor because it cant quite seem to make it out the door...only gets close to.

[ClodMaxx]

Originally Posted by shaunjohnson

we've gotta maltise poodle cross called Stupid.
it eats rocks, chases rocks, rolls on rocks, collects rocks, barks at rocks and sometimes pee's on the floor because it cant quite seem to make it out the door...only gets close to.

holy crap, lol - i just shot pop out my nose while reading that one! hilarious.

i did the handful of pennies in the tin can trick with louie, to keep him off the bed. he hated the sound so i just sat the can on the bed. if he jumped up, it would rattle the can. probably wouldn't work on a temperpedic bed though.... heh.

[lincpimp]

Originally Posted by ClodMaxx

holy crap, lol - i just shot pop out my nose while reading that one! hilarious.

Pop must be samll guy or you have one helluva big shnozz, Or maybe both? Pray tell, what was pop doing in your nose? Searching for treasure? "Philip, can you check my azz for abnormalities?"

[bryan]

Originally Posted by lincpimp

Pop must be samll guy or you have one helluva big shnozz, Or maybe both? Pray tell, what was pop doing in your nose? Searching for treasure? "Philip, can you check my azz for abnormalities?"

WTF I !cant stop laughing

[PBO]

Originally Posted by shaunjohnson

we've gotta maltise poodle cross called Stupid.
it eats rocks, chases rocks, rolls on rocks, collects rocks, barks at rocks and sometimes pee's on the floor because it cant quite seem to make it out the door...only gets close to.

Reminds me of a Curly Coated Retireiver we owned, he was called Sam

Sam was a local legend...he was an escape artist, he'd dig his way out of the yard under the fence. He'd then visit the local sailing club (with his rock) & spend the day annoying people to throw his rock. They'd throw it a few times then get bored & throw it into the water to end the game...he'd swim out & duck dive to the bottom & find his rock. This would go on all day until sailing stopped, then he'd walk into the park next door & 'borrow' sausages from the BBQ's before returning home to fill the yard with huge watery shits from all the water he'd swallow during the day

He also enjoyed tennis balls & would wait outside the local courts until one would find it's way over the fence. Once he had 3 he'd come home...2 in the mouth - puke the third up!

Firecrackers were another favourite...especially the ones we called jumping jacks. They're about 2" long & spin around on the ground...green ones were the colour of choice (they worked in the water also)

To this day, I still meeting people who knew "Sam the water dog". In fact I went to a dinner party & heard another guest recounting a story about a dog that started with "if I didn't see it with my own eyes"...best dog ever was Sam