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Today when I pulled up my e-mail, there was an article about the most aggressive dogs. The article specifically named the breed of dog that I love. I have had many different dogs during my lifetime and find that this breed (dachshund) has endeared itself to me. They are independent and think they are bigger than they are (more spirit than size).
Yes, I have a rescue dog that was a biter and he still is. He was abused and I think he had been kicked because of the way he acts when a leg moves fast in his direction. But he is so loving also and loves children. He prefers women over men and will growl if he thinks my husband is getting to close to me. I also have a female dachshund that has never known a rough day in her life. She is a sweetheart and tries to please us in every way she can.
In 2003 I lost another rescue dachshund to cancer. I have never seen a smarter dog. He did not like violence at all. He would watch TV and if a fight scene came on, he would become upset and would bark at the TV. He liked to watch Wild About Animals and would sit right in front of the TV all the time his show was on. He could recognize another dog in a mirror. He was only 3, and we only had him 2 1/2 years, but I hold him dear in my heart.
I understand the small dog aggressiveness. They have to protect themselves from much bigger foes, but to specifically name the breed, hurts. They are loyal and a great friend.
I suppose all dog owners feel that way about their companions and four-legged friends. If you are a true dog person, I am sure you would take offense at naming your breed as the most aggressive.
My Dad had, had a stroke and was confined to a wheel chair. Since Mom was hard of hearing and failed to put her hearing aids in quite often Sammy became Mom's ears. If Dad called out to her Sammy would run to her and pull on her pants cuff to let her know Dad wanted her. He'd even go to the top of the basement stairs and bark to get her attention. Over time he had taught himself to be a hearing dog for her. He let her know if the phone was ringing or someone was at the door, he even barked to let her know the smoke alarm was going off when she was frying chicken on day. (The neighbors heard him and the alarm and when they couldn't get her attention by banging on the door they called me and the fire department. The firemen found her singing at the top of her voice and fixing chicken, while Sammy stood gaurd at the kitchen door until I arrived.)
When Dad passed away Sammy grieved for him like a lost friend. When Sam's back got bad and Mom had to let him go it was her turn to grieved for her friend. She buried him wrapped in his special blue blanket, in a place of honor next to the roses in the yard with all the grandchildren in attendance.
They are a 1 person dog, dedicated, true, smart, funny, loyal and courageous
They have more love to give than most people.
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