My puppy gets her CDL!

Very pretty puppy. And very funny about the guy fallen off the truck.

 

Got to be one of the cutest puppies I've ever seen!!

 

I carried a brindle colored boxer with me for years. One night I had just came into Mi. on 69 and was running front door at about 75. No one said anything, got pulled over. Went to get out, the lady trooper layed her hand on her gun and said to sit and face forward.

I then stuck my head out the window and the officer says the same thing. Then she jumps on the step with her head at the window. My dog thought it was a friend so put her feet on my right leg and was face to face with each other. She jumped off backwards and it went downhill from there.

It ended up being a very long night

 

well what did she say after jumping off ......did she get the tazer out.....or what?



No pics of the grown up pup?





I'm picturing the movie with i think Burt Reynolds and the Cimpanzee Right Arm Clyde or something to that effect( Chimp nocks officer out)

 

No tazerbut she did threaten to shoot my dog and went into a rant about pitsbeing of no use. Told her it was a boxer, then I found out she had a rookie riding with her. I was there almost 3 hours.
They ended up calling out K-9 and broke the seal on the trailer. They couldnt believe they didnt find any drugs. Thought that was why I carried the dog.

 

good think that dog can't reach the pedals, you'd be out of work!!!!

 

I love Cane Corsos great dog. I hate how Pits or any other type of dog that is associated with drugs and violence get a bad rap because how people portray them to be.

 

Reminds me of how I met my dog...

Buddy is an American Tundra Shepherd Dog. You can find a site or two (that's about it) on the web about them. For now, all you need to know is that

1) the breed is 25% wolf - by definition
2) Buddy was, at the time 100% black (got some gray and some brindling now)

Had just joined a search and rescue group - introduced by their VP, who was friends with my wife.

After a month or so, the group recovered Buddy from his former handler (divorce, bad situation, guy took it out on the dog). When we got Buddy back, he weighed 53 pounds. This is not a good thing. Fully grown as he was at the time, he should have weighed in at about 120. (the rest of the handler story is long, and eminently satisfying)

One evening in December, I got a call from the VPs mom - who was living with him.. She'd locked the keys in her car, but there was a spare set hanging on the fridge at home. She asked for a ride... no problem - total round trip was about 5 miles.

Picked her up and headed home. Full dark had set in hours ago, and it was cloudy. The kind of cloud that doesn't do spit for reflecting the city light back at you.

When we got to her place, she found that she'd locked the house up, too. <sigh>. The only way into the house was through the kennel - 6-ft high chain link fence attached to the garage - at the back of the house. No lights. No street lights. No headlights. No sense of foreboding.

Her dogs - 3 or 4 of them, were basically noisy footballs. I figgered, quick shimmy over the fence, a dodge through the garage - swoop into the kitchen and <shazam> I'm a hero.

It all went exactly according to plan. Climb up... cross over.. climb down. Of course, being sensible, I climbed down at a corner - extra support and places for my feet..

Smart move, Maxwell!

Come down, yappers are yapping.... turn around and HOLY SMOKIN' NEEDLEPOINT WHAT THE HE** IS THAT!. Not six inches from my favorite nose, all I see is a blur of snapping, white, VERY SHARP teeth. And nothing to support them. No noise, either, other than "CLOP!CLOP!CLOP!"

The word 'froze' doesn't even come close. I shut down *Everything* No breathing, no blinking, heck, I shut down my friggin' HEART. NO WAY I wanted this monster to think I was a threat.

Fortunately, I had used the bathroom just before I left the house. Equally fortunately, the VPs mom saw what was happening and told him to get down. Down? oh! I never even noticed the paws the size of manhole covers resting on my shoulders. Funny how you miss little things like that.

End of story - he got down, wagged his tail at me, and followed me to the kitchen.

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Epilogue

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A few weeks later, Buddy came to our house to stay. His new handler didn't have room for him in her house, and she already had a key to ours - it made sense.

My first good look at him in the light... well, I'm not a member of PITA.... er PETA, but abuse is not tolerated. You could literally grab hold of his ribs - one at a time. He weighed 57 pounds.

A few years later, his new handler left the group to join the army. Nobody else wanted to be a dog handler, so I more or less took it up - mostly to keep him in practice.

He's been at 120pounds since about 7 months after we got him. When we left the SAR group, they officially retired Buddy and gifted him to us. Generally speaking, wherever I go, he goes.

Went - my company has a no pets policy. It's probably just as well. Budso is pushing 10 years old now. Starting to show a little gray, and his hips are getting sore - no way to jump/climb into a Pete.

I did my first two weeks of training, got home this past Saturday. Lots of people asked me if I missed my kids or wife or friends. The answer is "no". It's something we've done since day one. Not being home is.. a part of the way we work.

It was the first time, though, I'd been away from Buddy for more than a day or two. That was rough. Not looking forward to heading back out Friday.

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Oh- and he wasn't trying to scare me - he was trying to lick my face, that night. He was just too weak to do it right. The American Tundra Shepherd Dog is.. well, "Gentle" is inadequate. They also make better search dogs than bloodhounds do.

I apologise for bending yer ... eyes. Buddy is one of my soapboxes - but it's not a soapbox I step down from.

 

lol, cute pup!

 

Cute dog great stories