Our other rats were used for hunting. Rats will hunt nearly anything. From bears and boars to birds and mice. They are real "People Pets" and need to be in close proximity to their humans. If you are not able to tolerate this, these dogs are not for you.
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Axa, aka "Axel"
He is our registered Standard A-Type male. We will breed him to Axa when she is old enough. Deacon met with an unfortunate accident that took his life.
Daisy came to us quite by accident. Nick and one of his friends were out hiking on the Devil's Garden, when they saw what they thought was a stray cat. They worried that a cat would become Coyote bait, so they went to investigate and found Daisy. She had been abandoned after having had a litter of puppies. She had been out there for several days and was quite gant. At first, she was cranky and growled at them, but after some coaxing, she decided to take a chance with them. They brought her home to me and that was the end of the road for her.
She was named Daisy May (after the Li'l Abner comic strip) because of her markings - patches of Blonde color. You got it, Dog Patch, USA, which rhymes with Daisy May, the Blonde bomb-shell in the strip.
We also owned Bear, a Shar Pei and Border Collie cross. He was very big with long black hair and a wooly undercoat that kept him very warm in even the coldest of weather. He sleeps outside under the stars even in below zero weather. The only time he used his dog house was to get in out of the rain, which he intensely disliked. He had a white patch on his chest under his neck and a white tip on his tail that was always catching his eye as he wagged it and caused him to chase it in circles.
Bear came to us from our eldest daughter, Nicole, who could not keep him any longer. He was an absolute delight. Kids loved him and could do most anything to him. He did'nt have a mean bone in his body and he never bit them no matter what they did to him.
Bear was our watchdog. He barked to let us know when anyone came on or near our place. He barked at the deer and coyotes that came on our place too!
He was a real survivor. He had been shot once and ran over acouple of times but he always bounced back and came home to us.
He lovee to race cars - not chase them, but race them. He ran along in front and tried to anticipate which way the car would go. He ran very fast. We didn't let Bear run loose for many years because he was accident prone. He was either tied up or loose in his own enclosure out at the barn, where he could run the perimiter.