Highspeed wrote:That is one badass hound Mike.
But he was such a GOOD dog too!! I thought you'd appreciate him (and the photos of from the late 1970's). The funny thing was that if some smaller dog attacked him, he'd try to run away and wouldn't fight it. He'd turn and defend himself from being bitten, but would shy away from attacking it. OTOH, if it was a LARGER dog, he wanted to KILL it, and he'd drag you up the street trying to get at it!
But he HATED cats, after he'd been teased for YEARS by cats rolling around on the ground outside the dog run JUST OUT OF REACH. From what the trainer had told me, the cats would squeeze under the fence at the end of the kennel run and walk around inside the run meowing and making a bunch of noise to get the dog's attention. The dogs would respond by barreling down the run after the cats who would simply squirt under the fence and then roll around outside JUST OUTSIDE OF THEIR REACH and would meow and stretch a foot or two beyond the fence opening they couldn't get through, but the cats could. We were told they would simply drive the dogs absolutely CRAZY!!! And THAT'S why my dog wanted to kill my cat so damned bad, even though he'd do ANYTHING else I wanted, but when it came to the cat, all bets were off!!
My mom told me one time they didn't realize the cat was inside the house when Killer was let inside, and he KNEW the cat was in the house and IMMEDIATELY went after it. They IMMEDIATELY KNEW something was wrong and went chasing after the dog who was chasing after the cat. They told me (I was away on Marine Corps business at the time) that the cat left claw marks in the painted drywall in its desire to get away and it actually CLIMBED THE WALLS inside the house. The cat got away that day, but apparently KARMA caught up to it for killing our parakeet and Killer caught the cat and killed it with one bite. I wasn't home for that adventure either.
Even so, my mom LOVED to put the spiked collar on him at take him for walks downtown and watch people cross the street.
Here's a photo of my mom making him stand up for his little treat (probably a piece of cheese):
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Every Sunday, we fixed him a DOZEN scrambled eggs, which gave him a MAGNIFICENT coat, along with some oil and beef broth, which he LOVED and would look forward to every Sunday. Sometimes if his regular dish wasn't cleaned we used something large enough to contain it all - and this very same aluminum skillet/serving dish was the same one he took the turkey off my brother had taken out of the fridge to cut himself meat for a couple of turkey sandwiches. But on this occasion, he just got his usual Sunday meal and in typical fashion, was guarding it. If necessary, I was the ONLY ONE who could interrupt his meals if I needed to 'cause he got something maybe he shouldn't have, etc., etc. Anyone else would get SEVERELY growled at. Here he is guarding "his plate of
nothing left to eat food"!
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SNIF, He was a GREAT dog!!
