tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684843.post109351784966443978..comments2024-03-26T22:16:26.572-04:00Comments on Terrierman's Daily Dose: The Strange Fruit of Class WarfarePBurnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05781540805883519064noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684843.post-41553269470470165942019-03-03T18:29:06.110-05:002019-03-03T18:29:06.110-05:00I THINK THE APPROPRIATE WORD HERE IS 'COARSE&#...<br /><br />I THINK THE APPROPRIATE WORD HERE IS 'COARSE' ....(although you seem to be citing the text as was written) <br />Just as honest working dogs were labeled "mongrels best for the dustbin," so too were the people that owned them. The analogies made were simple and direct: Course people had course dogs and engaged in course behavior. Show people had "pedigree" dogs and they did not engage in course behavior...<br /><br /><br />Claire Coppolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01003076572720339380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684843.post-60803962303944354652019-03-03T10:51:35.688-05:002019-03-03T10:51:35.688-05:00One wouldn't confuse my rescue mutts for shows...One wouldn't confuse my rescue mutts for shows dogs, that's for sure!Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06721130066588282491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684843.post-46376444946446066762010-11-19T11:30:54.502-05:002010-11-19T11:30:54.502-05:00I love my mongrels.
I wonder if today we are mo...I love my mongrels. <br /><br />I wonder if today we are moving in the direction of some sort of reverse snobbery and looking askance at people who get pets from breeders rather than checking out the local pound or rescue group.Living the life in The Little Cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13343589496230811737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684843.post-49448159423448059072010-11-19T09:48:22.142-05:002010-11-19T09:48:22.142-05:00I recently got into a
'discussion' with a...I recently got into a <br />'discussion' with a woman at a local park. I had my two Jacks, both rescues,one a shorty with an undocked tail, whiile she had the longest nosed wire haired Fox Terrier I've ever seen. The woman was downright insulting to my little guy and went on about poor breeding, poor care, and poor choices on my part. Her dog was a perfectly stripped, show-quality AKC registered intact male who was cowering at the end of his leash.<br />I finally had to leave when my female, possibly insulted on her pal's behalf, tried to jump her little guy and demonstrate how a real terrier kills something.<br />As we left,me laughing and her in a tiff, I wondered what in the world she was thinking. Her $800'show dog' didn't bother me, but my $90 rescues sure seemed to annoy her. <br />Maybe they appeared to be neandertal to her cro-magnon, (which they probably are) or maybe she was thinking about that pesky mouse problem she at home. Oh well, such is the days of a dog walker.<br /><br />Debi and the laughing JRTsseekerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07054814598250286797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684843.post-48189521591043422392010-11-19T07:55:44.757-05:002010-11-19T07:55:44.757-05:00"nobody now who is anybody can afford to be f..."nobody now who is anybody can afford to be followed about by a mongrel dog." <br /><br />I love this. Ten years ago, having plucked a dying pup of the distinct local country-hound-of-all-work breed off a garbage dump in rural Greece, I found that Greeks would laugh - first in astonishment, then in delight - as I walked her along the streets of Athens on a leash. To them, it was as if I were riding a donkey on a polo field, and doubly intriguing because I was a foreigner. Especially older men, who had once been used to working with these hounds as they grew up in the villages, wanted to talk with me about her. To them, it was a sort of Horatio Alger tale, and they loved it.Cassandra Was Righthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14329209006766816889noreply@blogger.com