Who else had strange mix mutt dog

[ben_g1]

Reading Lee Barner's post about his new Lab pup got me thinking about a Lab mix I had when a early teenager.

While growing up in small town America, was a guy down the street that had a pure bred highly trained lab he entered in competition events. Well make a long story short, a wiener dog got to her one day, please don't ask. Soon there's 9 sweet little pups.

Owner was mad to say the least. Gave me one, I named him Tobby. Funniest dog ever seen. Had the Lab head and tail, about 2/3 size Lab body and the shortest little legs you'd ever see on a dog that size. They were so short that his chest would rub the ground, was hard to keep any fur there.

He was my constant companion (I was 13yrs. old). We would eat, sleep and run around together. He would walk me to school and then be there when I got out. I think dogs have that built in clock. Daylight savings time would confused him for a while. No lease laws back then, and everybody in town knew he was my dog.

Never trained but I swear he could understand everything I was saying. He was full Lab retriever when it came to hunting. In fact as word spread in that small town, duck hunters would come by to "borrow" him on duck hunts. He became so popular with the hunters that they would come early and ask to reserve him for "their" weekend hunts. Seems like he new what to do, and everyone said he was so well behaved in the duck blinds/boats.

One of my most favorite dogs ever. Oh how I wish I had a picture of him.

 

[4506517]

I have a couple "mutts" and they are great dogs!

"Tink": We adopted Tink from a county animal shelter. Estimated to be 8-10 years old. She had heartworms (which have been treated) and had been badly abused. Her front left leg had been broken and never received medical attention. It healed funny, and she walks funny, but she keeps up with our other 3 dogs. Later we learned she has had numerous broken ribs that have healed without medical attention. Sweetest dog in the world. She is a cross of a Chihuahua and Yorkie.

"Sam": We adopted Sam from literally a crack head in a nearby town. He was the last of the litter and she wanted "like $25" for him. We met at her residence (perhaps too generous a term) and paid the "like $25". While we are transacting business, cars are pulling up and driving off every 30 seconds. She hands me this little black pup and we leave. As soon as we drive off, he goes right to sleep in my arms. When it rains, he heads to the creek at the back of our property and hunts snakes. Cotton mouth, copper heads, you name it. He is fast. He grabs them behind the head and whips them back and forth quickly. I guess this breaks the neck he then chews the head off and drags them back up into the yard. He is extremely aggressive towards strangers. He is a cross between a deer head/long legged Chihuahua and a Jack Russell terrier. Never a dull moment.

My other two (rat terrier and standard Chihuahua) are single breed as far as we know. Love them all, wouldn't take anything for them.

 

[427mach1]

I had a neighbor in Seattle that had a German Shepherd - Bassett Hound mix with the head and tail of the GS, body and legs of the Bassett. Strange looking beast with a nasty bark but very friendly.

 

[arjay]

We had a lab/ beagle mix
Low rider

 

[Fishslayer]

We got Shovelhead in 1988 when we arrived in Australia. 4 years later we couldn't find anybody worthy to leave him with so we ponied up $1K to ship him home with us.

His mom was a Rott/Corgi mix eek and his dad was a full blooded Staffy Terrier, literally the junkyard dog.

Shovelhead went to the Bridge in July 2004 at the age of 16. I still grieve for him. He is still the standard by which I measure other dogs.

 

[shouldazagged]

I've had a number of wonderful mutts. My last dog, the Mighty Moose, who now lives with friends, is supposedly a rat terrier; but from the length of his muzzle, I suspect some fox terrier in his DNA.

The sweet female dog we had the longest when I was growing up was a collie-German shepherd mix, and a total joy.

The goofiest-looking dog I ever saw was a dachshund-collie cross. Like the one described above, it had the big body and ridiculously tiny legs; but his coat was so long that the legs were almost invisible. When he walked he looked like an enormous caterpillar.

He was cross eyed.

Made me laugh every time I saw him, and he was insanely friendly.

 

[Fishslayer]

The sweet female dog we had the longest when I was growing up was a collie-German shepherd mix, and a total joy.

I had one of those as a kid. She was the sweetest dog. Collie/Shepherd mix are wonderful dogs.

 

[TX-Dennis]

We have three little "pinschyorkahuahuas" as I jokingly call them. They are from a female chorkie (chihuahua.yorkie mix) mated to a male mini pinscher/chihuahua mix. Funny little yappers.

 

[S&W Fan]

In my 62 years on this rock most of my pups have been mixed-they've all been wonderful and quite a few were odd mixes. Had one that looked like a min-black lab with a white diamond on his chest-Alexander was his name. Bandit looked like a St. Bernard when my dad brought him home as a puppy but quickly grew into a small/medium weird looking thing with legs that looked like they came of a spaniel of some kind and a weird shaped head lol-he ran away when my dad accidently left the gate open to the backyard.

The two that really standout however are Gordy, a a dog I got from my ex when it was obvious she and her new husband were incapable of taking care of him. He was about 1 when I took him, my sons were still young and they knew I liked him from the beginning. Hard to describe and I need to find a pic of him add. He was built like a bully, had a boxy head with lab type ears, brown and white markings, about knee high. I called him a "Scottish lower highland bullhound" whenever folks would ask me what he was ahahaha. Wonderful disposition, very friendly and great with the kids. Had him 11 wonderful years and still miss him 14 years later.

The current pooch has been on here a lot, Ziva is a Rotty/Lab mix. Rescued her also around age 1 and that was 7 years ago. Great protector of the house, me, all women lol and is especially wonderful with the grandsons. She had surgery on the right rear leg last year and recently tore her miniscus on the left rear. Surgery isn't an option so she's living quite the life of luxury these days.

Ziva last weekend when we got a little snow:


And being petted by the younger grandmunchkin

 

[rwsmith]

When growing up....

...my friend had about the weirdest dog I've ever seen. He was long and low with a very deep chest. He had a huge, long head for his body, brown and white spots and somewhat resembled an alligator. He was so unique that he'd travel around and everybody knew him. He also had a dogonality to beat the band. He'd ride sitting up in in the passenger seat and look around. People would think there was a person in the car until they got closer.

 

[ladder13]

Never had one but I know one.

 

[wundudnee]

My once in a lifetime dog was a Lab/Newfoundland cross. She was 113#s of love and smarts. That dog could learn a trick in a minute flat.

Here she is playing "Dead Dog" I would tell her dead dogs don't wag their tail. She would stop her tail wag.

 

[sheepdawg]

A man was looking for that special dog for his little boy when he ran across someone that had a sign in his yard that said unusual dogs for sale. He knocked on the door and a gentleman opened it and said yes he specialized in unusual dogs. Well the guy looking for a dog asked what the most unusual dog he had, he wanted it. The guy left and came back with the strangest dog he had ever seen, a large body with the thinnest legs a curled tail and almost no fur. Wow, asked the prospective buyer, what kind of mix is that? Well the breeder said, his mother was a Great Dane and his father was a Chihuahua. Perplexed the buyer asked how that was possible? The other dogs put him up to it said the seller.

 

[DWalt]

We have two mutts at present after having only purebred Westies (West Highland White Terriers) for over 45 years. Both are part Westie. One is a female Westiehuahua, not sure what the other one (male) is. Wouldn't trade them for the world. Both are about Westie size, both are white, and both have (sort of) Westie personalities. Most importantly, both are rescue dogs. We know the Westiehuahua had a Westie mother, as both she and her mother (a Westie) were abandoned together on a roadside. She looks like a Westie but with a Chihuahua face and legs. The male looks much like a Westie, but has a curly tail.

 

[Broke Hoss]

I had a neighbor in Seattle that had a German Shepherd - Bassett Hound mix with the head and tail of the GS, body and legs of the Bassett. Strange looking beast with a nasty bark but very friendly.

My horse opened the yard gate & when I saw the female basset hound & male GSD running to greet me, I knew love was in the air. We kept 1 of the litter & it became my wife's favorite dog. She was protective, like a shepherd, of my wife. But she pee'd on herself & ran when we sang Happy Birthday to her.

 

[Marshwheeling]

This boxer/lab was my pick from a litter of seven by an anonymous neighborhood lab, out of Conchita’s boxer, Izzy. There were three black pups in the litter, and three fawn ones. The black ones were all aggressive, and would hound the others relentlessly. This guy would lie there and take it for a bit, until he had enough. Then he would just cuff them out of his way and go back to sleep.

I named him Chauncey Gardner, after Chance, Jerzy Kozinski’s simple but profound gardner who became Peter Sellers’ last role in “Being There”. Calm, laid back even, but protective of children and nobody ever came through my door uninvited. Not the smartest dog, but smart enough, with an air of serenity. Everyone who got a pup out of that litter said it was the best dog they ever had. He was my best buddy for sixteen years.

 

[Old Arkansawyer]

We have two full sisters that are 1/2 Queensland Blue Heeler, 1/4 German Shepherd and 1/4 coyote. One looks like a Blue Heeler and
weighs about 60 lbs, her sister is mostly black and weighs about 40
lbs and she has the coyote eyes, people will ask if she is part coyote.
Both are excellent dogs, very protective, and will answer the coyotes
howling at night. BTW nothing comes on the place without their
permission. They will be 11 years old this coming may.

 

[Kurusu]

Reading Lee Barner's post about his new Lab pup got me thinking about a Lab mix I had when a early teenager.

While growing up in small town America, was a guy down the street that had a pure bred highly trained lab he entered in competition events. Well make a long story short, a wiener dog got to her one day, please don't ask. Soon there's 9 sweet little pups.

Owner was mad to say the least. Gave me one, I named him Tobby. Funniest dog ever seen. Had the Lab head and tail, about 2/3 size Lab body and the shortest little legs you'd ever see on a dog that size. They were so short that his chest would rub the ground, was hard to keep any fur there.

He was my constant companion (I was 13yrs. old). We would eat, sleep and run around together. He would walk me to school and then be there when I got out. I think dogs have that built in clock. Daylight savings time would confused him for a while. No lease laws back then, and everybody in town knew he was my dog.

Never trained but I swear he could understand everything I was saying. He was full Lab retriever when it came to hunting. In fact as word spread in that small town, duck hunters would come by to "borrow" him on duck hunts. He became so popular with the hunters that they would come early and ask to reserve him for "their" weekend hunts. Seems like he new what to do, and everyone said he was so well behaved in the duck blinds/boats.

One of my most favorite dogs ever. Oh how I wish I had a picture of him .

So do I. For you to show it to us.

 

[Doug M.]

First dog: Tiny. She was, as far as could be told, a RottXSpringer. Weird, but affectionate. How much of that weird was because we were ignorant is a question ... she had a cat who was mean, but loved her dogs.

Sasha: RottXPit. Rott colors on a scaled up Pit. She had a bunch of issues when she was brought to us by someone who had rescued her after they learned of Karl's death (oversized rott, known to many in town for his gentle ways with kids and seniors). She carried on the tradition of taking car of the house kitty.

Bozo: my avatar. Rott X Fila. The muzzle was not for show. He took after the Fila - he loved us and was very affectionate and compliant, but he was MEAN and DANGEROUS to strangers.

Ted, his successor: apparently 3/4 rott, and 1/4 Australian Shepherd as far as we can tell; his bio sister was at the same rescue and looked more like the Aussie. He is smallish, but thick and muscular. He had some baggage but has become a good boy. He was completely unsocialized but is smart and has learned many things.

Had a dog down the street for a while that from all appearances was a Rott X Bassett. Rott colors and bark, lots of lean muscle mass, itty bitty short legs. Nice dog.

 

[CAJUNLAWYER]

Otis.
Otis was a trailer park pup that some low life $&*^% had shot with an arrow because he was barking. I saw him at the vet with the arrow still in him and he looked at me and wagged his tail. I told the vet I would take him on the spot. He looked like a yellow lab but had the nose and mouth of a cur. He ate pooped slept and barked at strange noises and the mail man. He was devoted to my wife and in short was the best dog I ever had (including Bubba and Angus). He adopted a cat (long story) who we still have. I have had to take him to the vet to have fish hooks removed from the time he went digging in my tackle box-have removed bits of string from his,,,,well you know after he passed various toys he had consumed and held him in my arms crying like a baby when we finally put him down a few years ago. Otis had really hit the jackpot when I brought him home-any dog at our house with my wife has hit the jackpot
As a measure of the esteem with which I held that loveable ****head, worthless bag of bones who comandeered the couch as his own, I have his ashes safely tucked away in my lower left hand desk drawer at work to remind me of what life is really all about.

It is said that every man, if he is lucky, gets ONE great dog. Well, so far Otis is it.