Family Dog

I understand it was one of the names given to bulldogs in times past. I can certainly see why.

Faithful Companions (and some nice dogs, too).

 

Alice at 2 years, 4 months. Some sort of bulldog with some sort of sight hound, and who knows what else.  Loves running down small animals, playing with human and dog pals - and napping. Fearless and friendly.

Toni (dream wife) with her first duck, a canvasback, with Sam, then about 3 years-old. Sam was from some major Chesapeake Bay Retriever stock, a tremendous hunter, seemed to teach himself something new every time we went. He was powerful, smart, birdie, and sort of a loner - a one-man kind of dog. Generally did not play well with other dogs though he usually minded his manners. He would guard my truck, warding people off with that teeth-baring wolf growl when I was in a store or restaurant.

 Toni and I used to take Sam down to the river and throw the bumper for him. He was a workhorse; he also took first in his class in obedience.

Sweet outfit. Ben about 4 going on 5 here; my little hunting buddy. Rocky was maybe 3, a smaller, super athletic Chessie, sparkled at obedience. Rock did not get much hunting experience but performed all manner of tasks around the yard. I used to prune our shade trees and Rock would load the limbs into our trailer. He watched out for Ben and me too - a little too much; he bit a couple kids. I had to put him down; one of the nastiest things I have had to do.