comments from the clueless - Page 4

I took my dog to a bunch of new places the other day. Stopped at a park on the "shady" side of town but no one was there but a couple with their small child. Soon weirdos start showing up out of the woodwork, a group of losers smoking some pot and arguing at some obviously tweeker girl that walked down the street. She walks away from them trying to ignore their yells. I just try to ignore them all. Miss Tweek walks strait up to me while my dog is in a sit at my side and pets him, asks if he is a boy or girl, (I'm thinking take a look down at his red rocket lady). She then asks me if I work here? "Here" I say? We are at a city park. She says she saw the walky talky in my hand (my e-collar control) I said oh yeah, I'm  an undercover cop, all the city parks have one now and I just called for backup...ah well the park cleared out again and all was quiet until I was done working my dog.

I have a sable and get all the time is it a wolf, that doesn't bother me as much since you don't see them as much (or atleast by me) as you do black and tans.

What kind of gets me is that people always assume that all German Shepherds are males.

and my favorite is does "he" bite. Well SHE does have teeth.

Clueless Stud Dog Enquiry

Had a guy ring about my stud dog by in the 1970's, asked all the usual questions about pedigree, hip scoring etc and then--------------- "how big is he?

I replied 26 inches and he gasped with shock and said "WHAT!"

Turns out he had a maiden bitch and didn't mean the dogs height at wither.

4 pack I love it.  I need to start carrying a radio with me too. LOL

Teri 

Oh but you pick on the non-GSD people... there are clueless aplenty among the dog sport enthusiasts as well, folks who outta know better.

Here's a classic... so this guy shows up at club for a trial with a nice looking studly male.  I ask to see the dog out of the crate and he tells me to stay back minimum 10 feet at all times, for my safety of course.  During the trial, the dog gets chased off the field during the courage test.  And yes, I mean the dog ran clear off the field to the truck.  After the guy, red-faced and chagrined, gets his brief critique from the judge, I stare him straight in the eye and he never made eye contact with me again that day.  Funny how we never saw him again...

ROTFLMAO!