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I have to look after this yapping, jumping, drooling, hyperactive little soiled dish cloth for a week!
It's like a child, all cute and cuddly when it's asleep, but as soon as it's awake it is pure evil...

Aw, a bathmat, how cute...

It's too small to be a bathmat, it's large enough to be a flanel at best...

Zee stuff toyo doomes!!!


Dogs aren't that hard to handle. Unless that is, you have mean, nasty dogs.

That is not a dog, it's a little rat! I can control it, hell, Danger Mouse could control it, but it's really messed in the head!
If you're making a fuss of it and Robbie (my dog, he's a collie) comes over, the damn thing tries to go for him, and the rat is like and 8th of the size of Robbie!

Shih-tzu? They are pure 3\/01. They make great footballs, though.

Dorsk 81 wrote:That is not a dog, it's a little rat!

Dude, that's Yorkshire Terriors. One of the vets where i used to work said that Yorkies are the missing link between dogs and rats

Most insane dog ever...

although the only one i've actually known was fairly complacement (just VERY needy) the rest i've come across are pure pure pure evil

The only dog I ever met that could be described as pure unadulterated evil was my grandmas chihuahua, Honey. The dog was a horrible fat creature (because my grandma gave her a can of dog food a serving instead of a day after misreading the directions and being too stubborn to change) which hated men and would viciously attack any man it could. Fortunately, the little monster was a complete coward and wouldn't go for you if it thought you could see it. This meant that when were were, say, fixing Nana's sink, one of use would have to stand watch, because it would try and sneak up on us. One of spotted us, it would yelp, run, hide, and then try to get us again. This also made walkign around difficult, because it would hide behind furniture and then attack. Not play attacking either, but full on deep teeth biting. I've still got a scar where it bit my hand. That was a fun incident to, because it really grabbed on with its teeth and gave me a gash when I got it off. I scream at it and was about to introduce it to the business end of my steel toed boot, and my grandma sees this and then bitches at me for picking on her poor sweet puppy, even though I've got blood pouring off the wound where that devil bit me.

The smaller the dog the more vicious it can be. My mum and dad used to keep German Shepards and they wouldn't hurt a fly, the jack russel, Jack, was a psycho.

Lord Pounder wrote:The smaller the dog the more vicious it can be. My mum and dad used to keep German Shepards and they wouldn't hurt a fly, the jack russel, Jack, was a psycho.

I think it's because little dogs tend to have Napolean complexes. Big dogs, by and large, tend to be the most pleasant. This is because more often than not little dogs were breed to pets, while bigger dogs were breed to be workers or hunter/retreivers, where personability is a very important quality.

It's like watching the guys with the persecution complexes down the pub, the small dogs are intimidated as long as you're bigger than them, you get up to leave and they're barking - 'yeh, alright, you ever come back, and I'll kick the shit out of you, one hand tied behind my back, yah coward, I'd have you any day', you come back, and it's 'errm... I didnt say anything'... I can't stand those dogs. Give me the big hairy beasts any day.

Lord Pounder wrote:The smaller the dog the more vicious it can be. My mum and dad used to keep German Shepards and they wouldn't hurt a fly, the jack russel, Jack, was a psycho.

Big dogs can get by just by barking and growling, so they've forgotten how to actually fight. Small dogs, on the other hand, look ridiculous, so they're very mean and nasty.

I have a Yorkshire Terrier back home; she's 18 pounds, which is just huge for her breed. She's absolutely vicious towards other dogs; if she were big, she'd be extremely dangerous. She attacks household objects like the ironing board and the treadmill, claims entire pieces of furniture for herself (when my big sister's black lab approached the couch she was sitting on, she tried to bite his ears off), and finds holes in the fence for her accomplice, my 10-year old golden retriever, to chew open for her so she can escape.

People think they're these sweet little lap dogs, but nothing could be further from the truth.

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Oh, by the way, she's been grounded from going upstairs for the last week, so she just took her revenge by sneaking upstairs and pissing on my parents' bed.

Cute dog

And larger dogs don't need to be more aggressive. They have size to impress <g>

And dogs in general don't seem to have an actual idea of their own size or power....

And as my family was breeding Yorkshire Terriers for years, I can tell you that those are the most vicious things ever. Fear the day when someone transplants the Yorkshire mind into a Dobermann-body

The nuttier dogs that came into the vets seemed to be the smaller ones that were pampered. They'd gotten used to effectively being in charge. Boy were they in for a surprise when we got hold of them
We did get our fair share of nasty big dogs as well. Akitas, a few rotties and german sheperds mostly. Most annoying were the police dogs, all German sheperds, they were just plain viscous, but as soon as the handler was there they were jumping through hoops.

I hate small dogs.

There used to be one in our neighbour. One day it had escaped and was running around free in the parking lot. My mom was walking our cute, absolutely adorable and friendly Labrador Retriever at the same time. The little devil went psycho, rushed at our dog and attacked it. Fortunately, our dog didn't bite back or the result would've been rather messy. After making its attack, the vicious thing ran away when our Labrador growled angrily few times.

Few weeks later the same dog approached our backyard, barking (as it always did). It brought its nose too close to the fence and our cat, who was thoroughly pissed off at it, swung her claws. The dog (who was almost the same size as our cat!) probably didn't get hurt, but never came close to the fence again.

Oberleutnant wrote:I hate small dogs.

There used to be one in our neighbour. One day it had escaped and was running around free in the parking lot. My mom was walking our cute, absolutely adorable and friendly Labrador Retriever at the same time. The little devil went psycho, rushed at our dog and attacked it. Fortunately, our dog didn't bite back or the result would've been rather messy. After making its attack, the vicious thing ran away when our Labrador growled angrily few times.

Few weeks later the same dog approached our backyard, barking (as it always did). It brought its nose too close to the fence and our cat, who was thoroughly pissed off at it, swung her claws. The dog (who was almost the same size as our cat!) probably didn't get hurt, but never came close to the fence again.

The dog probably knows that cat could rip it to shreads....

I also hate small dogs and I have no problem with making a field goal with an aggressive one.

Hell, I could feed that dog to one of my cats...

Well thankfully the little rat went home today.

*sniffle*

That dog.... looks just like Misty.

Misty was the dog I spent most of my >15 years with. She was..... really cool. Unless you were a stranger, in which case you were something to gnaw on/bark at.

We always used to joke that Misty would be more likely to bite a burglar then our big dog (Misty was a runt, btw... she never got very big. Our big dog, on the other hand, is very large, and very mean looking). Our big dog would be more likely to go up and lick an intruder, try to get 'im to pet it.

*Misty died almost exactly a year ago, after being run over by a car. We were in the middle of a move, and couldn't afford putting her in a kennel, so she stayed at a friend's house with our big dog. One day, they escaped the back yard, and Misty happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Apparently, the driver didn't even stop. Asshole.

I loved Misty.