At the end of the day, they're still terriers. Meaning, they're absolute cuddly wuddly widdle sweethearts who just want to be loved and play fetch but not drop the fucking ball, right up until they suddenly decide to try to rip your face off because of resource guarding behavior that was never trained out of them. Except a Pit or a Staffordshire can actually do it, unlike a Yorkie, Scottie, Westie, or Jack Russel, etc.
It's sad, because most of them are genuinely sweet dogs, but you can not fuck around with their training. (Edit: As in, not anymore than you could with a larger and still energetic breed like a Rottweiler or German Shepherd. Meanwhile, wolfhounds and mastiffs are basically couch potatoes. Go figure.)
And then there's my local shelter, which I am pretty sure is adopting out rescued feral American dingo (AKA Carolina dog) puppies and claiming they're lab mixes...
At the end of the day, they're still terriers. Meaning, they're absolute cuddly wuddly widdle sweethearts who just want to be loved and play fetch but not drop the fucking ball, right up until they suddenly decide to try to rip your face off because of resource guarding behavior that was never trained out of them. Except a Pit or a Staffordshire can actually do it, unlike a Yorkie, Scottie, Westie, or Jack Russel, etc.
It's sad, because most of them are genuinely sweet dogs, but you can not fuck around with their training. (Edit: As in, not anymore than you could with a larger and still energetic breed like a Rottweiler or German Shepherd. Meanwhile, wolfhounds and mastiffs are basically couch potatoes. Go figure.)
And then there's my local shelter, which I am pretty sure is adopting out rescued feral American dingo (AKA Carolina dog) puppies and claiming they're lab mixes...