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I've only encountered two over large dongs in my life although I don't know what you consider large over there. Average over here is 7/8 inches but the two I encountered were biiiiiig man must have been well over 12 inches. I felt sorry for the guys actually I mean most women are going to take a look and do the same as me and say no waaaaaaaay is that thing coming anywhere near me! Psttttttt don't telll Champ what we are talking about or she will come over all unnecessary
 
LadynStFreknBed said:
about size?

no. i mean, the overall average may be higher, but they vary just like any race.

so far, the largest I had were 2 brothers from sierra leone. omg. one was too big for me.
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I hear you girl... anything much bigger than Amy's fist and half her forearm would be a bit too much. (Sundry eggplants not withstanding... :devil: )
 
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Sigh it's writing out hudreds of lines again time
I must not make comments on another messageboard about a subject that I have only 25 years experience in when the other poster has all of oooooh at least 2 years experience (if that), especially when he has been on the board for ages and I've only just joined and he is talking a load of twaddle
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Sigh it's writing out hudreds of lines again time
I must not make comments on another messageboard about a subject that I have only 25 years experience in when the other poster has all of oooooh at least 2 years experience (if that), especially when he has been on the board for ages and I've only just joined and he is talking a load of twaddle
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They lines go quicker if you condense all of them into "Fuck you, asshat" just saying... ;)
 
More than likely but if idiots like him don't get put right about Staffies they will carry on in their own sweet way to the detriment of the breed. I suppose I should stop trying to change the world a segment at a time, but I do know that if the experts that I know read what was being written by pet owners they would have a fit. I KNOW about bull terriers why won't they listen to me?
 
*Goes out back and smashes a few bottles........smash smash smashhhhhhhhhhhh!!*

my answer was deleted as innapropriate on other message board!!!!!!!! I was bloody right tooooooooo! I have bred and shown staff bull terriers for 25 years but they just want to have people on their website that will say ooooooo what a cute little dog u have they dont give a shit about the dog breed history. What bloody good will that do the breed as a whole? it makes me bloooooooooody maddddddddd that people even keep dogs they know nothing about and won't listen to more experienced peoples advice aghhhhhhhh
 
I write articles about dogs for a client of mine for his website, dogcustomer.com. I haven't written about staffies yet. Maybe that should be next. Any important info I should include? My breed articles are just basic information about the breed.
 
They don't like other dogs much!! They were bred to fight each other in those unenlightened times and were made to be people friendly so that if a dog was losing it's owner could pull it from the pit and not get bitten. That's what I got castigated for saying but it's true, they were saying why does my dog hate other dogs? Because that's what they were bred for! Keep them away from other dogs ! You will not find a more people friendly dog and in the past they were nicknamed the 'nanny' dog because they will love your kids and watch over them. Any good breeder these days needs to have them tested for hereditary cataracts which can make a dog blind before it its two ( I know I had one) there are other things they test for since I was in breeding but I would have to look those up. Lol get me talking about Staffies and I will never stop! I don't know if you realise that the American Staffordshire Bull terrier is different from the English one and I don't know which you would be writing about but the American one is larger and I have a feeling it is on the Dangerous dog list over here along with the Pitbull. But anything you want to know if I can answer I will tell you or point you in the direction of someone who knows more. I will go and have a look at the website you mention.
 
People don't like being reminded that their precious little snowflake was bred for some purpose at some point. That lovely french poodle over there was designed to be a war-dog trained to kill enemy soldiers. That cute little terrier over there was bred to hunt down rats in the sewers. No, they want to hear how cute their little snoogy-woogums is and what a great choice they made.

Blech.
 
You're right but it's so worrying that none of the people on that site were willing to listen to someone with as much experience as I have. They just told the chap to take his dog to training classes and walk it round with other dogs and train it out of him, Oh right and when it takes a lump out of someones pooch what good will that do for the image of the breed. Experts in the breed know to keep their dogs away from temptation, they know what their dogs are capable of. Only one person on that whole site spoke up for me saying they were glad someone knew the history of the breed. I can't do a thing about it I know but it worries the hell out of me, I love my breed and to think all those people are being led astray by well meaning but completely wrong advice upsets me very much
 
Unpopular opinions will always be unpopular, even when they're right. Like I said, they want precious diddums talk probably.
 
I phoned my Breed Club Secretary just in case I was putting the wrong info and she said everything I put was completely correct and you can't do anything about people that chose to be that ignorant and just hope the breed doesn't suffer because of it. I posted again telling them what she said (not the ignorant bit) and that they have lost an expert on the breed because they won't listen to the truth but they pulled the post pretty sharpish. I hope at least some people got to read it
 
oy! I've been madly busy, having internet problems and fighting a small cold. The universe has been conspiring to keep me off line.

Welcome, shy n curious! It is perfectly acceptable to be lost and bewildered and all. You may not find every answer or every version of an answer here in the bistro, but you'll always find good company, at the very least.

Tess, nice set! March is currently snowing on us and being nastily cold and damp, but supposedly we'll have temps in the 60's within a day or two... arg. I am really, really ready for winter to be truly over.

Annie, poor thing! Indeed, truth tellers are the first against the wall when a culture becomes dysfunctional... Homburg's right - I've seen it with dachsunds too - don't tell me my cute snookiewookums is actually a hunting dog, bred to go down badger holes, and therefore will be a mean little bastard if I don't put my foot down.

Keep the faith, sweetie. When you're right you're right.

anyone need anything? I've at least got my interwebs fixed, theoretically, and will be around for a bit.

Here: whipped cream. That's always a good thing to have around.
 
Damn, I have met some mean dachshunds. Mean chihuahua's too. Dog's learn quickly that I don't tolerate aggression. This, fortunately, means that I have very little trouble with most dogs, and have had great relationships with dogs that terrified people.

My friend's aunt had a staggeringly huge huskey named Saschi. He was a gorgeous dog, probably as tall at the shoulder as my waist, and was probably taller than I am if he stood up. Dog was HUGE. He was also fiercely protective and amazingly intelligent, and did not like people that feared him. When he met me, he instantly decided that I was not just okay, but was part of the pack. I saw the dog maybe once a year, but he never forgot me, and we got on famously. I would even take him for walk s around the neighbourhood, something the aunt was loathe to let people do, as Saschi usually manhandled them. He was a big old teddy bear for me.

One day he was over at my mom's house, and my kids were there. Eldest son was an infant, maybe three months old, and was cranky for some reason, so he was crying. Saschi was pretty frantic, because the puppy (eldest son) was obviously in trouble, and there was a gate keeping him from the puppy. My mom was certainly afraid of giant monster husky and wanted him nowhere near the baby. So I took Saschi for a walk and Eldest Son was still frikken crying when I got home. I told my mom that the dog needed to see the baby and explained why. I took Saschi over, choking up on his leash (for my mother's sanity) and let him see the boy. I explained that the baby was alright, he was just tired and cranky." Saschi sniffed Eldest son, looked at me like "Only if you're absolutely certain, and then licked the boy. Mom nearly had a cow, but baby boy calmed down. Saschi happily went back out into the living room, and took a nap. Eldest son did the same.

Dogs are amazing critters, especially the ones like staffies and Saschi that are still close to their working roots. I get along with those sorts of dogs FAR more easily than the tempermental ninny dogs that were bred for looks. It's like the working dogs, whether they work or not, make sense. they know what their task is, and they act it out. So if you know what that task is, you can have a great, fully functional mature dog. Silly things like Shih-tzu's (who can be adorably sweet dogs) have forgotten the face of their father, and are too far from their doggy roots. They get messed up too easily by people that treat them like toys, and turn into bad dogs.

The notable exceptions to the working dogs idea are beagles and border collies. I do NOT have enough energy to keep up with either. (and, at the end of the day, I have three cats in the house and no dogs, so I show my strongest preferences there)
 
Very fond of beagles. When they're good, they're everything a dog should be - devoted, bright, calm and diligent.

When we moved to the farm, the previous family had abandoned a crazy old beagle when they left (motherfuckers; i still want to hunt those bastards down) so he became part of the pack. Barney was a nice guy, but crazier than a shithouse rat. It was like having a shellshocked vietnam vet around. Middle of the night, nothing happening, and all of a sudden he'd start in yelling. "gooks! Gooks in the basement! They're comin t'git us!" Then he'd doze off again, mumbling about the whores in Phu Ket.

Loved that dog. We had his age vaguely estimated. He lived to be nearly 20 and then we suspect that he went out and took on a whole pack of coyotes in a final blaze of military glory. Died with his boots on, or so we assume.
 
I've seen my tank of a dog (who if he stood on your foot you knew about it!) literally tiptoe round a baby being nappy (diaper to you!) changed on the floor, with his face all wrinkled up obviously worried in case he stood on her. Yet stand four square infront of me growling his head off when a nosy bullock charged down a field in my direction.
 
I lurve my mutts :heart:. I also love the cocker but the poor lil bugger has all the genetic induced weaknesses his inbred breed will allow. Yes, I had them neutered. If I had a bitch I'd have had her spayed. I have pets so they're allowed to be a little misbehaved (no, they aren't permitted to bark at things unless it's at each other and they're not permitted off lead except at our friends' farms) but not out of control.
 
unpredictablebijou said:
Very fond of beagles. When they're good, they're everything a dog should be - devoted, bright, calm and diligent.
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Oh, I'm not belittling the breed. They're fantastic dogs. Just way too spun up for me. Neighbour has a beagle-somethinglarger mix, and she is a hyperactive nut-seeking ballistic missile.

When we moved to the farm, the previous family had abandoned a crazy old beagle when they left (motherfuckers; i still want to hunt those bastards down) so he became part of the pack. Barney was a nice guy, but crazier than a shithouse rat. It was like having a shellshocked vietnam vet around. Middle of the night, nothing happening, and all of a sudden he'd start in yelling. "gooks! Gooks in the basement! They're comin t'git us!" Then he'd doze off again, mumbling about the whores in Phu Ket.

Loved that dog. We had his age vaguely estimated. He lived to be nearly 20 and then we suspect that he went out and took on a whole pack of coyotes in a final blaze of military glory. Died with his boots on, or so we assume.
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*snort* Sounds like a great dog.

And, as an aside, I know a nam vet that does that. Great guy, and just as nice and loyal as he can be. If he were a dog, he'd be a great dog. And I say that as a fine, fine compliment, as most people aren't worth being compared to even mediocre dogs.
 
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