Continued... What happened from there was a longing to replace my beloved Daisy. As a result, in came several different puppies. Some were mutts and others were pure bred. A Shiatsu, a Rottweiler, a Pit Bull mix and both an Alaskan Malamute and Siberian Husky. I didn't really know what type of dog I wanted and at that point in my life it didn't matter all too much. I just wanted a faithful companion and a loyal friend. I often likened Daisy to Lassie and I was on the hunt for my own Lassie. You know the intelligent dog who could communicate with humans and often times was the savior of the story. That's the kind of dog I was looking for and it didn't matter if she came in the form of an American Pit Bull Terrier or a Yorkshire Terrier.
During the string of dogs that came in and out of my life at that time there were a few standouts. One of the ones that hung around for a good period of time was, Simba, my "Pit" mix. I didn't know much about training dogs at that time but I knew they were intelligent enough to be trained. I started working with her on basic commands and she caught on quickly. She would come when called and she would "sick 'em" on command. Did I mention I was a bit rambunctious as a kid? Lol. I would get a kick out of scaring my friends but thankfully she never actually bit anyone. She was a tiger brindle and I thought she was a tough guys dog. The only thing is that she had a very narrow mussel and didn't boast a big head either. Not too tough after all. To be continued...
So Long for Now,
Paul Dean
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