This picture is so old it was probably taken with a Kodak Disc, but I uploaded it for a discussion in the Dogs group and thought I should post it here, too. This was my dog when I was a teenager - like the size difference? The dog outweighed me by 50 pounds.
Random story: Once when I was walking this dog, a man came down the other side of the street with a Rottweiller. Allow me to describe the guy- he had a long, flowing mullet. Possibly permed. He was wearing a white shirt open to the third button to show off his gold chains and orange tan. He was as macho as macho could be (at least, in 1987). Sadly, Mr. Macho could not hold his dog, which was predictably unfixed, and dog aggressive. After all, you wouldn't want a sissy dog with that outfit.
So, of course, the Rotty pops his leash out of dude's hand and comes barelling across the street right through traffic and plows into Nook, Hell bent on fighting. Nook was a pretty gentle dog, but he was also male and VERY protective of me, so very shortly I had a full-on dogfight on a leash. Note that Mr. Macho is now standing across the street looking bewildered, probably about the string of curse words I was inventing.
Two neighbor guys come out and manage through some sort of magic to tackle the Rotty, get a hold of his leash, and pull him off. But the dog is so riled up, it takes both of them to hold him- so noone even notices that now I've got 150 lb, worked up, pissed off sled dog on a string (if you have ever played tug-of-war with a sled dog, you know you will lose. And that's if it doesn't outweigh you). In fact, Mr. Mullet is now yelling at the two good samaritans for manhandling his dog, who are yelling back while trying to keep said dog from wriggling free. I cannot imagine what the sound was that finally got their attention, because I was just focused on dealing with Nook, but I do know that when I finally realized they had all shut up and were staring at me, I had managed to flip Nook over, and was sitting on his belly with my nose up against his, growling. And he was being very, very still.
This is why children in my neighborhood didn't play with me.
Random story: Once when I was walking this dog, a man came down the other side of the street with a Rottweiller. Allow me to describe the guy- he had a long, flowing mullet. Possibly permed. He was wearing a white shirt open to the third button to show off his gold chains and orange tan. He was as macho as macho could be (at least, in 1987). Sadly, Mr. Macho could not hold his dog, which was predictably unfixed, and dog aggressive. After all, you wouldn't want a sissy dog with that outfit.
So, of course, the Rotty pops his leash out of dude's hand and comes barelling across the street right through traffic and plows into Nook, Hell bent on fighting. Nook was a pretty gentle dog, but he was also male and VERY protective of me, so very shortly I had a full-on dogfight on a leash. Note that Mr. Macho is now standing across the street looking bewildered, probably about the string of curse words I was inventing.
Two neighbor guys come out and manage through some sort of magic to tackle the Rotty, get a hold of his leash, and pull him off. But the dog is so riled up, it takes both of them to hold him- so noone even notices that now I've got 150 lb, worked up, pissed off sled dog on a string (if you have ever played tug-of-war with a sled dog, you know you will lose. And that's if it doesn't outweigh you). In fact, Mr. Mullet is now yelling at the two good samaritans for manhandling his dog, who are yelling back while trying to keep said dog from wriggling free. I cannot imagine what the sound was that finally got their attention, because I was just focused on dealing with Nook, but I do know that when I finally realized they had all shut up and were staring at me, I had managed to flip Nook over, and was sitting on his belly with my nose up against his, growling. And he was being very, very still.
This is why children in my neighborhood didn't play with me.
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Best dogs ever, but they never run out of energy.
Ran through many a dog in my childhood (grew up in the boonies in PA - prime drop-off territory. Even had a "babysitter" German Shepard as an infant - the only one my Mom trusted with me), but Nook sounds amazing.