This is my mate, Bert He owns the house Jeanette and I live in and is seen here on one of the many benches/beds/chairs/shelves/fridges etc that are his birthright to commandeer and occupy all horizontal space on. He, like Enzo can be described in a four letter word with 'un' in the middle of it. I believe that, much like Steven Segal, he is a retired spec ops agent who many foreign powers and criminal cartels wish to assassinate. To this ends, they hire ninja rodents and song birds to infiltrate the village, bird sanctuary, orchard and cemetary (again, all of which he owns) in order to 'sanction' him with extreme prejudice. The evidence for this is based entirely on the remains and part remains of all said contract killers that I constantly need to remove from the premises. He is a cross between a Tabby Retriever and an Old English Bullmog and is seen here on top of the pergola in the garden, practicing his kung fu in the vertical plane in order to take on his arch nemesis, the squirrel, who tasks him daily. We once pondered for weeks as to how he could catch so many House Martins as they are birds who feed on the wing and virtually never land on the ground or in a tree, until I arrived home one day and saw him on the roof of the house, 'fielding' them in mid air. He is relentless. Watch out for Bert. He will be watching out for you.
Here's my little jack russell, Kasey. The most chilled out jack russell I know of. Very rarely barks and has a very good temperment. This is a pic of her when she had a claw removed, after she chewed it down too far. As I said she has a great temperment and even allowed a cat to be brought into her domane. Heres a pic of our cat Nayla, which we got last summer, this is from the day that we got her She loves attention and has a tendency to have a daft hour every night where she quite litterally bounces of the walls. Shes mad I tell you. This is her pretending to be a parrot. She can also be quite cheeky But like all cats, loves a good kip The cat doesnt always get its way with the dog though. Heres a pic of Kasey deciding that the cats bed is hers for the night.
Sadly no longer with us but very proud to have brought him up from a pup to be a gentle giant, a very special friend. RIP mate. Alright? by (MrB), on Flickr
This is mike, my Ant. Eats leaves and shit like that. This is my worm, wilbur. Doesn't do much apart from grow a new arse now and then. He tastes like soil. Meet marvin. I found him homeless fluttering around a blue light near Desmond's chip shop, so adopted him. He likes to hang out inside the strip light in the kitchen.
lovely boy you had there mate , we had them before we got Dogo's , i lost my bitch at 11 years old and my male her son at 8 with cancer , he was a monster as well 86 kg he weighed in at and as gentle a could be . the only problem with pets as you they dont live long enough :-{{ we lost our other Dogo Kostya 3 months ago he was 10 my daughter cried for days and still has the odd day now where she will cry and get upset the day our daughter came home 8 years latter the last photo she had with him
nice 1 mate just lost my border collie 2 best dogs rver! av still got a hienz 57 an shes spot on" but feel 4 you cried my heart out mate honest to god when they put her to sleep..
This is Baily my english, I used to have 3 American bulldogs to, you all have amazing animals, Shanes I said before I love the Dogo very similar to my Hines American Bulldogs, can't believe they are banned over here, stunning!
Where to start. Matt, Rotties, love 'em. My brother in law has had them for 25 years now and they are a joy to be around. Ash, you're right. I had an Indian python draped across my shoulders once at that interactive zoo on the Dartmoor, the one they moved to America in the Matt Damon movie and was amazed at two things. 1, how gorgeous it felt, that warm, metallic sensation when you can feel the movement of its muscle under the skin but the skin doesn't seem to move. And 2, how fricking heavy they are when full grown. They are however like stately homes. Great to visit but I wouldn't want to own one. Colin, Jack Russells. Enough said. They come from around here and there is more canine insanity in that one village than the rest of the universe combined. They make me laugh just doing nothing. Si, how do you find the time to care for all that lot. You are John Doolittle. Benn, you know how fond of Bailly I am, but Christ is he proud of that set! Icarus, never seen a northern Inuit before and now I'm having an 'I want'. Giv', beware. Jeanette is threatening to kidnap Sam. Shanes, brilliant pictures of your babies together. Banned eh, yeah right.
had been looking at them too but couldnt find a breeder over here, lovely looking dog's, just be carefull as there is a lot of crossbreed's being passed off as Inuits.like husky mal crosses
