no prob buddy. he was my pic of the litter for sure. i liked his voice to. if you'd have decided you didnt' want him i'd have added him to my pack! tryin to work out a deal to get his mom back, but i have problems gettin people to sale dogs back to me for some reason it comes natural to them. hope he makes ya a good one, start makein some short scent drags.
He is a smart pup. He was house broken 2 weeks after he got here and at 15 weeks he already knows his name, comes when he is called and sits on command! I think we have a winner here. We'll see. Oh yeah and hes a good looking pup too! Whens the next one going to be here? Are there any more from this litter?
there are more from that litter. but as for the next one they were born last week and then what was left of the tropical storm came through and filled the house they were in with water killing every one of them. but no fear i have something for you! i have a cousin of angel here that is already started that i'll let ya take with the same arangement we had before.
tnhoundsman, what kind of dogs are those? They are not Plotts are they? I'm guessing the vests are to protect the dogs in a fight? Good idea, where did you find them? Oh, that last dog looked like a pit and one in the hunting photos looked like part airedale?
don they are plotts and mountain curs. i don't have any pits or pit blood in my dogs. the vests are to protect the dogs from the tusks of the boars. i've got a friend in north carolina that makes them good vests for a reasonable price. cut collars are also a good idea when running big hogs.
“You don’t need that” my loving wife stated flatly. Hovering near her, sporting goods catalog in hand, I tried to counter “But look Honey, it holds 2150 cubic inches of gear”, as I tried to give her my best loving look. “Nope, you do not need to carry more gear – you have several packs already… if one of them is not big enough, take two” she stated and then fell back to attacking her Sudoku puzzle. Sulking, I moved back to my side of the bed and continued thumbing through my...