P3LH
Well-Known Member
Gosh think I’m boring compared to some of these quit poetic and romantic reasonings here!
Breeds:
- Rough collies because I had always liked them and they’re in my blood. I wanted a medium sized, trainable and sociable dog relatively free of genetic issues. Plus let’s face it, they are the best looking dog aren’t they! Their kindness transcends that though.
-Pembroke Corgis. Years ago I didn’t really like them, then one day at crufts a swarm of tri colours walked past me. I was besotted. Spending time with them and others was odd as they are a breed of dog that are just so self assured. When I lost my last terrier I had space for a smaller dog to compliment the two roughs and wanted something trainable, sociable, and who took as much or as little life as possible.
Individuals:
-My eldest rough collie was purely fate. I wanted a blue Merle and wanted a bitch. I had visited quite a few breeders before finding one I liked. Then when I did, I was besotted with everything she bred. It was on one of my many visits I walked past a pen of rather rotund sable and tri puppies. During that visit, helping with grooming, I fell in love with an older shaded sable dog. He was the sire of the pups. Sue felt what I was looking for was in there, in the shape of the dog puppy she had planned to keep - after discussion she was willing to let him come to me on the agreement he would go back for dirty weekends. It didn’t happen as sadly she passed away when he was still young.
-my Pembroke bitch, well it was rather dull. I wanted a tri colour and I wanted one from a very specific breeder - she was the only tri in her litter.
-my Pembroke dog, I wanted one nothing like the first in bossiness. He was the quitest.
Breeds:
- Rough collies because I had always liked them and they’re in my blood. I wanted a medium sized, trainable and sociable dog relatively free of genetic issues. Plus let’s face it, they are the best looking dog aren’t they! Their kindness transcends that though.
-Pembroke Corgis. Years ago I didn’t really like them, then one day at crufts a swarm of tri colours walked past me. I was besotted. Spending time with them and others was odd as they are a breed of dog that are just so self assured. When I lost my last terrier I had space for a smaller dog to compliment the two roughs and wanted something trainable, sociable, and who took as much or as little life as possible.
Individuals:
-My eldest rough collie was purely fate. I wanted a blue Merle and wanted a bitch. I had visited quite a few breeders before finding one I liked. Then when I did, I was besotted with everything she bred. It was on one of my many visits I walked past a pen of rather rotund sable and tri puppies. During that visit, helping with grooming, I fell in love with an older shaded sable dog. He was the sire of the pups. Sue felt what I was looking for was in there, in the shape of the dog puppy she had planned to keep - after discussion she was willing to let him come to me on the agreement he would go back for dirty weekends. It didn’t happen as sadly she passed away when he was still young.
-my Pembroke bitch, well it was rather dull. I wanted a tri colour and I wanted one from a very specific breeder - she was the only tri in her litter.
-my Pembroke dog, I wanted one nothing like the first in bossiness. He was the quitest.
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