I'm with you on that jack. it does seem like a lot of those laid back dogs with virtually no aggression even towards dogs tend to be in it for the long haul. Although most of the time they were low ability dogs that didn't do much when they got there but they keep coming. not my cup of tea but you have to respect that.
I tend to see calm dogs as the opposite: high intelligence, dogs that take their time ... and get better and better the longer it goes.Originally Posted by wolverine
A dog that has the sense to recognize what's friend, and what's foe, is typically the SMARTER animal
I think a lot of the "geeked-up" dogs start so fast, and look so good EARLY ... simply because they're letting it all hang out early ... so of course they look more impressive (at least at first).
It's like running: if you run as fast as you can, you'll cover more ground quicker ... but, ultimately, you'll never make it as far as a runner who paces himself.
Seems like, if the geeked-up dogs are truly superior to their foe, then they pretty much just steamroll the competition, which gets everyone all excited.
Trouble is, if those geeked-up dogs draw a dog with just as much ability, but a calmer demeanor, it seems like that, just about the time those geeked-up dogs start running out of steam, and fading out, those "laid back dogs" really start to come to life and begin to pour it on ... and it tends not to go so well for front-runners, when they draw a truly badass, truly long-distance War Horse like that ...
Geeked up dogs, because of their anxiety, simply "burn more juice" by their very nature and style; whereas rock-calm dogs simply conserve themselves by NOT being that way.
High-intensity dogs are exciting, and fun to watch, and I have had my share of good ones like that ... but I will always trust a truly long-distance machine a whole lot more if I have to be in a war ...
Jack
I tend to see calm dogs as the opposite: high intelligence, dogs that take their time ... and get better and better the longer it goes.
A dog that has the sense to recognize what's friend, and what's foe, is typically the SMARTER animal
I think a lot of the "geeked-up" dogs start so fast, and look so good EARLY ... simply because they're letting it all hang out early ... so of course they look more impressive (at least at first).
It's like running: if you run as fast as you can, you'll cover more ground quicker ... but, ultimately, you'll never make it as far as a runner who paces himself.
Seems like, if the geeked-up dogs are truly superior to their foe, then they pretty much just steamroll the competition, which gets everyone all excited.
Trouble is, if those geeked-up dogs draw a dog with just as much ability, but a calmer demeanor, it seems like that, just about the time those geeked-up dogs start running out of steam, and fading out, those "laid back dogs" really start to come to life and begin to pour it on ... and it tends not to go so well for front-runners, when they draw a truly badass, truly long-distance War Horse like that ...
Geeked up dogs, because of their anxiety, simply "burn more juice" by their very nature and style; whereas rock-calm dogs simply conserve themselves by NOT being that way.
High-intensity dogs are exciting, and fun to watch, and I have had my share of good ones like that ... but I will always trust a truly long-distance machine a whole lot more if I have to be in a war ...
Jack
I feel you need both. macho and Xena would let you walk a dog in thier chainspot if they were sunbathingoon a nice day, but let them see four walls... different story
Jack this could be a thread of it's own. People ask me why I like Ch Angus Depot so much. Well he can run with other dogs of either sex and he can live in the house with no problems. But put him between your legs and he he will come unplugged .I tend to see calm dogs as the opposite: high intelligence, dogs that take their time ... and get better and better the longer it goes.
A dog that has the sense to recognize what's friend, and what's foe, is typically the SMARTER animal
I think a lot of the "geeked-up" dogs start so fast, and look so good EARLY ... simply because they're letting it all hang out early ... so of course they look more impressive (at least at first).
It's like running: if you run as fast as you can, you'll cover more ground quicker ... but, ultimately, you'll never make it as far as a runner who paces himself.
Seems like, if the geeked-up dogs are truly superior to their foe, then they pretty much just steamroll the competition, which gets everyone all excited.
Trouble is, if those geeked-up dogs draw a dog with just as much ability, but a calmer demeanor, it seems like that, just about the time those geeked-up dogs start running out of steam, and fading out, those "laid back dogs" really start to come to life and begin to pour it on ... and it tends not to go so well for front-runners, when they draw a truly badass, truly long-distance War Horse like that ...
Geeked up dogs, because of their anxiety, simply "burn more juice" by their very nature and style; whereas rock-calm dogs simply conserve themselves by NOT being that way.
High-intensity dogs are exciting, and fun to watch, and I have had my share of good ones like that ... but I will always trust a truly long-distance machine a whole lot more if I have to be in a war ...
Jack
Fat Bill said his very favorite, Bolero, would run loose in the yard and ignore all the other dogs ... played with pups ... but you put her in the [] and she'd shipwreck what was in front of her ...
I have never had a dog that "would hit anything" that I thought was my best dog.
My best dogs always knew WHAT to hit, and what not to hit
Silverback's mama Missy was among the funniest examples of this: as you carried her to the pit, her tail would be wagging, but as soon as you step over the wall, she'd be, "Aggggggg!", growling ... step back out, she'd wag her tail like a puppy ... step back in, "Aggggggg!", growling ... she knew what the pit was
Missy was the hardest scratcher (of an assload of hard scratchers) I've ever had and was devastating.
Even funnier, I put her in the pit with (the much larger) Wild Red Rose for Rosey's first time. Rosie was a big, thick, slow, ponderous (but extremely powerful) animal.
When faced with Rosey, Missy flew over there, chest-bumped Rosey, and immediately assessed that Rosey was a big puppy, and then just ignored Rosey.
That was the first time that ever happened. I had always put Missy in there with fully-started bitches, and Missy would just annihilate them ... but that day I discovered that Missy wouldn't bite something that already didn't want to bite her. The two started playing.
So I put Coca Cola in there with Rosey, just to get her started, as Coki was a puppy-killer, and would kill anything with hair that was moving, or try to, that wasn't her own pup sucking her tit.
Coki grabbed Rosey's front leg and went to shaking, and Rosey lowered her front end and started playing with Coki ... she was so strong, pain-tolerant, thick, and durable that what Coki was doing to her was flyshit, and she thought Coki was just trying to play, so she was bouncing around and "playing back"
When Rosey finally did start, later in life, she was a ponderous, but devastating animal (like George Foreman). Rosey was big, but only a 46, but she nonetheless wrecked and stopped the 6-lb bigger bitch who had Southern Kennels' Kitana picked up over at Leon's ... breaking that bitch's leg up at the elbow ...
Sure Rosey didn't even bother to do anything to the tiny Coca Cola, whom she didn't even assess to be a threat
Jack
Fat Bill said his very favorite, Bolero, would run loose in the yard and ignore all the other dogs ... played with pups ... but you put her in the [] and she'd shipwreck what was in front of her ...
I have never had a dog that "would hit anything" that I thought was my best dog.
My best dogs always knew WHAT to hit, and what not to hit
Silverback's mama Missy was among the funniest examples of this: as you carried her to the pit, her tail would be wagging, but as soon as you step over the wall, she'd be, "Aggggggg!", growling ... step back out, she'd wag her tail like a puppy ... step back in, "Aggggggg!", growling ... she knew what the pit was
Missy was the hardest scratcher (of an assload of hard scratchers) I've ever had and was devastating.
Even funnier, I put her in the pit with (the much larger) Wild Red Rose for Rosey's first time. Rosie was a big, thick, slow, ponderous (but extremely powerful) animal.
When faced with Rosey, Missy flew over there, chest-bumped Rosey, and immediately assessed that Rosey was a big puppy, and then just ignored Rosey.
That was the first time that ever happened. I had always put Missy in there with fully-started bitches, and Missy would just annihilate them ... but that day I discovered that Missy wouldn't bite something that already didn't want to bite her. The two started playing.
So I put Coca Cola in there with Rosey, just to get her started, as Coki was a puppy-killer, and would kill anything with hair that was moving, or try to, that wasn't her own pup sucking her tit.
Coki grabbed Rosey's front leg and went to shaking, and Rosey lowered her front end and started playing with Coki ... she was so strong, pain-tolerant, thick, and durable that what Coki was doing to her was flyshit, and she thought Coki was just trying to play, so she was bouncing around and "playing back"
When Rosey finally did start, later in life, she was a ponderous, but devastating animal (like George Foreman). Rosey was big, but only a 46, but she nonetheless wrecked and stopped the 6-lb bigger bitch who had Southern Kennels' Kitana picked up over at Leon's ... breaking that bitch's leg up at the elbow ...
Sure glad Rosey didn't even bother to do anything to the tiny Coca Cola, whom she didn't even assess to be a threat
Jack
Very interesting. love a smart dog.
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