Go, going, gone.

Colt’s new owner came pick him up today. I realized last night that even though I was by far the one who had spent the most time with him during his time here, I didn’t have a single picture of us toghether (well, one during manwork training, but I wanted something a bit more personal and close). So I got my hubby to fire a few…

ClaireColt-01Very much like him, he’s merely tolerating me, lol

ClaireColt-02A bit more “in it”


That’s about as affectionate as he ever got. Darn hardheaded sonnofagun !

The house is all quiet and silent now (… and cleaner, lol). Two days of peace and then the lapdog girl will roll in. Stay tuned !


About marla2008

Shutterbug. Shallow DOF nut. Mother of Child. Student of the Horse.
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5 Responses to Go, going, gone.

  1. He looks great, you look even better. Get your OH to take photos more often! 😉

  2. marla2008 says:

    My OH doesn’t know a fraction of what I do about cameras, but take annoyingly good pictures, lol…

  3. Tom says:

    A very different personality than our Dobie, in many ways. Jack The Ripper was a superb and very protective guard dog, and an excellent and very intelligent family pet. He also was very tolerant of the other dogs and cats in our household.

    However, he regarded my wife as “Mom”. If she was sitting down, he assumed that his head belonged in her lap. (After he was taught that his entire body did not belong there.) If she was standing up, he preferred to lean against the side of her legs – which made it difficult to remain vertical. (Try remaining vertical when 45+ kg of solid muscle is pushing again the side of your leg just above the knees – your feet had better not be close together.)

    Our Dobie was among the best of many good family pets we have had over the years. When he developed cancer a number of years after he came to us, and had to be put down, my wife cried for three days.

    – Tom –

    • marla2008 says:

      Thank you Tom for your feedback.
      Our boy Colt never showed much genuine affection, save for when he was a really young pup. Sure he wanted contact but in a very invasive and bullying way, wich was more about invading one’s territory than wanting companionship. He is out of a very tough working line which the breeder probably should have warned us against. I’m not going to re-write the story but we should had hoped for a personality such as that of your Jack. We have now gone a totally different route with a lapdog for our daughter, as at hardly 5 years of age, it is more suited for her than the +45kgs of pure brutal muscle you mentioned.

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