Lucky Chaos

I voted too, awww what a cutie! :D

I know A LOT of unruly jack russells. I love the breed myself, but they ARE known to be dog aggressive too. In fact thats what we think my pit mix is mixed with, jack russell. Actually many jack people will tell you that they are like miniture pit bulls.

Can you just do me a favor and take a look at this site? [url]http://pitbulls.iwarp.com/photo.html[/url] Look at all those Vicious pit Bulls and their "victims"

Did I say fight ANYWHERE in my post?! No! I said biting a person.s, which is the absolute truth. Animal aggression and human aggression are completely different. If they weren't, I couldn't have my border collies, because what stops them from herding me? they were bred to herd sheep, just like pit bulls were bred to fight OTHER DOGS AND BULLS not people. I agree there are some bad pit bulls out there, just like any breed. And they are so overbred, that yes, you will get a few that are people aggressive. But that is not the normal. I seriously urge you to do research on the real breed. I used to be afraid of pit bulls myself, but when I got my pit mix, I did research and found the truth. Even if your opinion doesn't change, just try to find the truth.

And guess what! Read this ATTACKED! YORKIE! MINITURE POODLE! But a friend of mine has a yorkie and I love this dog. And actually you weren't attacked twice. It says: [quote]I opened my door one day to take out the trash, and a Pitbull ran into my house and chased my Shar-pei under my bed! Not to mention knocking me over, and I was 8 months pregnant.[/quote] I'm sorry this dog knocked you over, and I'm glad your dog is alright too, but did this dog bite you? The owner is at fault here for not having control of his dog, but in my eyes this is not an attack. [/quote]

[quote]Let's not forget about the people that left their newborn in a room alone with their pitbull.[/quote] Alright, then lets not forget about the people that left their 4 lbs pomeranian with their baby.....and the dog attacked and killed the baby...so why not ban pomeranians too!? I've been bit by two dog myself, broke the skin, needed stitches. guess what? they were a miniture poodle and a yorkie. I did nothing too those dogs. I only needed stitches for the yorkie. NO breed "turns" on you. It just dosen't work that way. And yes, I do love Pit Bulls. One of my dogs is half pit bull. But guess what? my border collie would be 10 times more likely to bite someone. He is a herding breed and when he gets excited he'll nip. Its in his blood. It is however NOT in a pit bull's blood to bite a person.

Houston, TX : Yesterday a 9-inch fruitcake attacked and ate a full-grown pit bull. Rocky was a 4 year old American Pit Bull Terrier weighing in at just over 75 lbs. It all started when Rocky escaped from his owner, who is also named Rocky, while on their daily afternoon walk (owner Rocky rode his bicycle) up and down the boulevard cruising for chicks. "The leash snapped and Rocky took off around the corner and down an alley," said the distraught 18 year old owner of the now deceased animal. By the time Rocky caught up to his pet he found it barking and taunting the fruitcake which was lying on the ground next to a dumpster eating a rat. "I was startled at first. I had never seen a fruitcake out of its packaging, much less outside in broad daylight." But Rocky's surprise quickly turned into fear. "I could see that the fruitcake was getting agitated. I started yelling at Rocky to stop, but he wouldn't listen. He just wouldn't listen." The fruitcake pounced on the dog and attacked it with relentless and merciless fury. "I took off my gold-plated chain necklace with Pit Bull pendant (weighing in at 7lbs. 11oz.) and started swinging. And even though it did some damage to the dumpster, it didn't affect the fruitcake." Rocky, the owner, then rode his bike home and called 911 to report the incident. By the time the police, fire, EMS, S.W.A.T. and animal control officials arrived, it was too late. All that was left was Rocky's (the dog's) collar identified by it's inscription, "To Rocky, the tuffest pet I ever got." The fruitcake was nowhere to be found. Families in the area have been warned about the incident and have been told to stay inside until the menace is apprehended. Fruitcake specialists have been contacted in hopes of learning where it may have gone or what it may do next. "It may go amok on a killing spree," said one such specialist. "Or since they are cold-blooded creatures, we may find it warming itself in the sun, in which case it could easily be handled and placed back into it's cardboard box without so much as a wimper. They're very unpredictable, it depends on the fruitcake's temperament at the time." A bill has since been introduced in Congress legislating that all fruitcakes be kept only out in rural areas where the population is lower. Special handling and breeding permits will be required as well. As for owner Rocky, the community has banded together and started a fund-raising drive to buy the boy another Pit Bull. "It seems the right thing to do since a boy's best friend is his dog, and especially since Rocky lost his so close to the holiday season," said Miriam, the elderly neighbor who started the drive. When asked what he thought about his neighbors' generosity Rocky said, "That's all cool and stuff, but now I want a pet fruitcake instead. They're really tuff and I'm sure chicks will dig 'im." :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

The Christmas Puppy Author Unknown It seemed like such a good idea in the beginning. There I was, in my cage at the pet store with my brother and sister. I could tell by the crowds in the store everyday that Christmas was drawing near. My brother, sister, and I all hoped each morning that today would be the day we would go to a new home, one filled with loving, caring people. First it was the beagle in the cage next to us. I saw the excited gleam in his eye as his new family prepared to take him home. I hoped one day that I would feel the same excitement. Then the cute little bunny from one aisle over was picked. When the ferret with the bad case of psoriasis found a new home, I began to think I would stay a pet store puppy forever! Finally, it happened. I had seen the couple in the store the week before, talking about bringing home a Christmas puppy for their son Billy. You see, Billy was eight years old, and had been pestering his folks for a puppy for some time now. Although they were busy people, they had decided that a new puppy would make the ideal Christmas present for Billy. The car ride home was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. It seemed so cold outside, and I was very glad that Billy would keep me inside. I stayed at Billy's aunt's house until the night before Christmas, so as not to ruin the surprise. That night, Billy's dad put me in a small, dark box with a couple of holes punched in the side for air. I could see through the holes the pretty green bow they had tied around my box. Finally, it came time for Billy to open his presents. There was a GI Joe figure, some new slippers, and a big truck or two. At last, I felt my box being picked up and heard Billy's mom say, "OK, Billy, one more present. We saved the best for last". I felt like I was going to turn inside out with anticipation, when suddenly the box was flooded with light and there was my new boy, Billy. He shrieked so loud when he saw me that it was a little bit scary! "A puppy, a puppy!" The first few days with Billy were puppy heaven! He was out of school you see, and had lots of time to take care of me. We played all day, and I slept in his bed at night. Things just couldn't have been better. After a week or so, Billy's mom took me to my new doctor. By then, Billy's holiday vacation was over and he was back in school. The doctor told Mom all about how to keep me healthy and happy. Mom did seem a little distracted though, especially when the nurse from school called on her cell phone to say that Billy had a bloody nose. I didn't even mind the shot I had to get, because like the doctor told me it was better than getting sick! As Mom and I left, the doctor reminded us that I needed more than just one shot to be protected, and I should come back in a month for another check-up. I never saw the doctor again. As time went by, I really started to grow! I suppose that I wasn't quite as cute as before, because Billy and I didn't spend as much time together. He seemed to have a lot of things to do beside take me for walks and fill my food bowl. Billy and his friends sat in front of a strange box filled with moving pictures every afternoon, playing some game I suppose. Heck, I couldn't even pronounce Nintendo, much less play those kind of games. I started to get confused about what my real name was. At first, everyone called me Petey, which I thought was a great name. A funny thing started to happen when I got to be about six months old. Mom and Dad stopped calling me Petey, and started calling me "the dog". I guess that was OK, I am a dog after all. A few weeks later though, they changed my name again. Now I was "that damn dog". I wasn't sure, but I didn't think that was such a nice name. Since my family didn't have much time for me anymore, I had to think of things to do on my own. I liked to chew, and so I did! Remember that GI Joe Billy got for Christmas? Well somehow I managed to chew off his left leg, which Billy seemed mad about. After a couple more incidents like that, Billy's dad decided I should live outside. Well, spring had come, and the weather was nice so I figured, why not? I thought they would build me one of those nice doghouses like I had seen in the pet store. Maybe it would have carpeting and a soft blanket to sleep on. Well, they must have forgotten to build it, because I spent most of the time tied to a tree in the yard. That was OK for awhile, but I began to get pretty bored. I found some nice soft dirt to dig in, but that made Mom mad. Something about flower bulbs and grass seed that I really didn't understand. There was a dog next door tied to a tree in his yard, so we spent most of the day talking. For some reason, that made Dad mad too! I just couldn't seem to do anything right. Finally, one day I heard Dad say to Mom, "I don't care how you do it, just get rid of that damn dog!" I figured Billy would convince them I should stay, but he didn't much care one way or the other. Mom came outside and unhooked me from the chain. She put an old belt of Dad's through my collar and we went out to the car. At first I thought it was time to go to the doctor's for a checkup. Once we drove off though, we headed in the opposite direction. I could hear all the dogs talking inside the building as soon as we turned into the driveway. Mom and I went inside, and she handed the belt to the lady at the counter. Then she patted my head, and walked away, without me. The lady at the desk took me in the back and put me in a cage like the one I had in the pet store, only colder and dirtier. The room was filled with dogs, I even saw that cute Beagle I had known at the pet store. That was five days ago. I guess that I must have a new home now, because a man came by this morning and put a red sticker on my cage door. Here comes the lady who feeds me, and she is carrying a thing to give shots with, just like my doctor did. As she walks me into another room, I see some of the friends I have made in this new place. Funny, they all seem to be asleep on the floor. Oh well, the lady just told me not to worry, everything would be all right. She seems sad though, and I don't really understand why. Maybe being a Christmas puppy wasn't so great after all.

[quote]She apparantly thinks she is a pit bull or something.[/quote] And this means........? [img]http://www.realpitbull.com/images/p5.jpg[/img]

Thanks everyone. It dosen't seem to be bothering him at all except we can't really go near it, cause Lucky hates anything to do with his nails. When he was a pup we took him to our old vet to be neutered and he came home with really short nails and has been really afraid ever since. But it has stopping bleeding and we wrapped it up. He was running around like usual this morning (and yes we did try to stop him :lol: ) So I don't think he's in that much pain.

Lucky split his nail in half, probably early this morning. Its not a dew claw just a regular nail. It hurts him a lot I can tell, and it was bleeding but stopped now. The problem is, our vet is closed on sundays. Should we take him to the emergency vet, where they charge $50 just for walking through the door? The money isn't an issue, plus we have pet insurance so it dosn't matter but is it worth taking him to the vet today or waiting until tomorrow?

I agree call the police right away!! And be safe, you and your son, stay away and be safe...... :(

[quote name='courtnek'] I understand the distinction, but they were also responsible for protecting the herds from wolves and such, so I guess Guard Duty came along with it. :D :D[/quote] True, and fair enough yes they were guard dogs as well. :D

Gsd's are wonderful dogs, but like any dog, if untrained, unexercised, and mistreated, will become a problem. They are Guard Dogs for God's sake...[/quote] Actually they weren't originally guard dogs, they were herding dogs. They just excel as police and guard dogs. :wink:

This was in the paper this morning - finally a good article around here! On the front page too! Dec. 20, 2003. 01:00 AM Public fear and ignorance dog the pit bull NICOLE MACINTYRE STAFF REPORTER Curled on a blanket with paws tucked under her chin, Pearl is an anomaly in a room overcome by chaos. It's breakfast time at the Toronto Humane Society and every dog seems to have lost its mind with excitement. In cage after cage, they leap at the doors, knocking over water bowls and barking together as a deafening pack. Not Pearl. She stares at the floor of her spotless cage, refusing to look up even for those who call her name. "She's a really good dog," says Amy White, the society's director of communications. She's worried Pearl's quiet demeanour is a sign the dog is depressed. "If you walked by her and she was any other breed you would probably think, `Yeah, I'd take her home.'" But Pearl is a pit bull and sympathy doesn't come easy when you're the most hated breed of all. "People can't get beyond what she looks like," says White. "If she was a golden retriever, she'd be gone." Instead Pearl sits, waiting in a room where almost half of the dogs are pit bulls or pit bull crosses. For the past 10 years, the shelter has seen the number of abandoned pit bulls rise with public opinion that the dogs are dangerous. And last week's pit bull attack on a Mississauga mother and son has helped to harden that perception. The pits arrive daily as strays that will never be claimed by their former owners. Most aren't aggressive, just ill-mannered and hyperactive. But their reputation precedes them, leaving the humane society with the costly challenge of trying to find good homes for the dogs many view as four-legged killers. At times, says White, there are so many pit bulls (a term that describes a number of different types of pit-like dogs) for adoption, the society has had to go to shelters outside the city to trade for different breeds of dogs. Pit bull abandonment is an urban problem, so smaller country shelters often don't mind exchanging a dog for a pit or two. Other shelters in the GTA report a problem with pit bulls coming in regularly, but their numbers are lower than Toronto's. "If we only ever have pit bulls, people won't come to adopt," says White. Of the 994 dogs the shelter took in last year, 427 were pit bulls or pit bull crosses. No other breed even came close to matching the dog's presence, including the German shepherd, which ranked second at 23 per cent. The numbers are similar at the Toronto Animal Services' six shelters, where 35 per cent of the dogs are pit bulls or pit mixes. The majority of the pits at both those shelters and the humane society came in as strays. All likely had an owner at one point, says White, who has several theories as to why pits are abandoned so often in Toronto. In the back of the shelter, she points to litter of pit bull puppies. They're adorable, she notes, and look more like labs

Thanks everyone *hugs back* I'm feeling a bit better today cause I'm in such a good mood, but every time I think of her I cry all over again. If only I knew what happened. When you have a dog die, its so sad,but at least you know their at the rainbow bridge but for all I know she could be chained to another tree starving and dying and wondering why I'm not there to help her. :cry: :cry: :cry: But hopefully she's living happily with another family with people who love her and just didn't read her tags or couldn't bear with parting with her.

This was a pretty hard day for me. One year ago today, my GSD Koda was stolen from our yard. She had never been a wanderer, nor attemped to open the gate, but when I came home last year, the gate was open and she was gone. Luckily, Lucky was inside cause he prefer's it better but Koda always liked to watch over her territory. Someone had obviously though she would make a good guard dog,or maybe they thought they could breed to make money off of her. But whatever the reason, they stole my best friend. Koda had only been with us for about a year, she had spent her first year chained to a tree. She had been abused, and had the scars to prove it. a huge burn mark on her head, and another on her back. Koda was "My" dog. She would follow me everywhere and cry if I was out of her sight. I'm not sure why she picked me, why I was her favourite person, but I was. She was so incredibly smart, I could teach her a trick in just a few minutes. Even after a year I miss her so much. I hope wherever she is,even though I'm not with her, that she's happy. :angel: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

I'm a GSD!! German Shepherd German Shepherd The German Shepherd is a workaholic. Intent on business, this loyal breed is always on patrol. Suspicious of strangers, she defends her territory with a fierce reproach. When it comes to affection, she is tender and loving toward her pack and feels a deep responsibility for their well-being. Mental and physical exercise both appeal equally to the German Shepherd, and her intelligence is further enhanced by her dedicated nature. When it comes to dependability, the German Shepherd has the market cornered.

I do remember something like this but with so many new members its good to do it again. :wink: Lucky: I was 9 when we got him and my favourite toy was a little plastic dog ( a puppy in my pocket) named Lucky, so i named him after that. Chaos: She just definately seemed to be a troublemaker, so I came up with the names Chaos and Havoc, and we decided on Chaos. Riley: He came with the name and we liked it so we kept it.

[color=blue][size=7]HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY JAEDEN!! [/size][/color] :bday: :new-bday: :B-fly: :bday: :smilecolros: :new-bday:

I think dog parks are a good idea. Sure their are irrisponsible owners with aggressive dogs, but I've actually never met one in the dog park we go to. I have, however met a few walking their dogs on the street. Theres risks wherever you take your dog, on leash or not. and I think that as long as you have your dogs well trained and just take precautions on who you let your dogs run free with it should be ok. But of course bad things can happen. I did say the other day Chaos got attacked by a bullmastiff. This shouldn't happen, and probably could be avoided, but if you see the pure glee on their faces when I say "do you want to go to the park?" its easy to see why you would want too. I don't think just because the dog dosen't know better they shouldn't get the chance to run free (again providing you can get them back). I've tryed to not go to the park many times but the dogs love it all three of them look sad when we walk the wrong way, so you just know thay love being there with their friends.

Lucky LOVES rope toys. I still have his very first one (very shredded by now) that he had as a puppy. He will fetch balls and stuff but he just loves those ropes and playing tug. Riley is tennis ball crazy! Ive never seen him pick up another toy except for maybe a bone. But he loves to fetch, especially when I bring the chuck-it cause I can throw it much farther. For anyone who dosen't know what a chuck-it is here's a pic cause I'm too lazy to describe it. :wink: [img]http://www.petdiscounters.com/dog/toys/balls/ch_chuckit.jpg[/img] And then theirs Chaos and her obsession with stuffed animals. I used to have quite a nice collection but they've all been donated to her. Its so cute when she curls up with them all around her and one under her chin for a pillow. (I really need to get a pic of that!)

We were at the park today when this lady came with her beautiful (and I mean beutiful :wink: ) Am. Staff. At first I would hvae never guessed it was a staff cause she was so long and lanky and the ones I've seen are much more solid. Anyway we got to talking and she asked me if Chaos was part Am Staff and i told her probably or APBT cause she's a really long lanky dog. She said that she thought Chaos was a Staff cause her ears point forward instead of out to the side (which I disagree on cause I usually refer to Chaos's ears as "handlebars") Does anyone know if the ear thing is true? that APBT's ears usually point to the side and Am Staff's to the front?

[quote name='mouseatthebusstop']next I used two 7ft leather leads which I attatch together one dog on my right the other on my left with the lead going around my back works for me :)[/quote] This worked very well for me.....until they both a squirrel, and with no way to get out of the leash we all went for a nice run that day. :roll: The most common question I get asked when I walk the dogs is "oh, is that the mommy, daddy and baby?" Of course I tell them no, there not related and all fixed, but I really don't see how people come to that conclusion they all look totally different except for the fact their all black.

What a great idea! We have one of those two dog leashes which we don't use cause its useless just for that reason. When we only had two dogs we used to use it, and since Chaos was a puller and Lucky likes to walk behind me it was a disaster, and the walks weren't much fun. To sell something like that in stores would probably be very handy to a lot of people.