Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:57 pm
I can imagine so. Imagine all th neighbourhood dogs feasting on month old shit and piss. 
Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:23 pm
Well, you have yards with gates and fences, no stray dogs get in to your yard. Besides, the dogs I had at the time (American/Canadian white Shepherds + a rottweilar) would rip them apart. 
And no fret, my dogs didn't feast on poop, our septic tank got cleaned up on a regular basis just to avoid such a mess.
And no fret, my dogs didn't feast on poop, our septic tank got cleaned up on a regular basis just to avoid such a mess.
Fri Nov 10, 2006 11:16 pm
a rottweilar) would rip them apart
I had my face ripped open by a Rottweiler
Sat Nov 11, 2006 12:52 am
The funniest part is, our rottweilar was considered "tame". The other 4 shephards were more ferocious than the rottweilar.
By the way, this is what I'm talking about...
We had four of those, one really big male, three smaller built females and a rottweilar.
Once the rottweilar and the large male mated and we got amazing little puppies, basically rottweilar puppies but instead of them having brown...they were white. We sold those for quite a lot of money at the time.
By the way, this is what I'm talking about...
We had four of those, one really big male, three smaller built females and a rottweilar.
Once the rottweilar and the large male mated and we got amazing little puppies, basically rottweilar puppies but instead of them having brown...they were white. We sold those for quite a lot of money at the time.
Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:09 am
Rottweilers are vicious. I am yet to see a tame one. Those pups must of looked really weird, how much money did you make off of them?
And about my attack, when I was very very young (toddler), my uncles rottweiler wouldn't eat the food I gave it, soo i crawled underneath it, layed on my back, and kicked it in the stomach. I grabbed me by my face... and well you can guess the rest. I don't remember it at all, but my cheek was hanging down and you could see me teeth from the outside.
And about my attack, when I was very very young (toddler), my uncles rottweiler wouldn't eat the food I gave it, soo i crawled underneath it, layed on my back, and kicked it in the stomach. I grabbed me by my face... and well you can guess the rest. I don't remember it at all, but my cheek was hanging down and you could see me teeth from the outside.