XPost: alt.animals.dog, rec.pets.dogs.breeds, rec.pets.dogs.rescue   
   XPost: rec.pets.dogs.behavior   
   From: rbragg2@verizon.net   
      
   Not to put a wet blanket on a Verdell lookalike, I have read that Verdell's   
   black beard was "enhanced" for the camera.  As a Brussels Griffon owner, you   
   pick a breed for their qualities and looks, good with children, etc.  I   
   liked the breed's look and personality, and I had decided to get one long   
   before the move came out.   
   Roy   
    wrote in message   
   news:1146410407.094290.156660@g10g2000cwb.googlegroups.com...   
   > HOWEDY kathleen you truly amazingly pathetic   
   > dog and child abusing waste of human DNA,   
   >   
   > Kathleen wrote:   
   >> ITGuy wrote:   
   >> > We are looking into getting a dog and are looking at a possibly a   
   >> > Brussels Griffon.  I have seen several pictures of them and of course   
   >> > the movie As Good As It Gets with Verdell is what sparked us to get   
   >> > one.   
   >   
   > A WIZE idea. They're a cute cuddly perpetual puppy.   
   >   
   >> > But we want want that looks just like "Verdell" in that movie...small   
   >> > and brown with a black "beard".  I have seen ones that their beards   
   >> > are the same color as their body, but we like that contrast.   
   >> > Basically we want one that looks exactly like Verdell.   
   >   
   > Most folks choose dogs in the order of breed, color, sex.   
   >   
   >> > Any ideas on what to look for?   
   >   
   > Look for a dog which suits your eye from a ETHICAL breeder.   
   >   
   >> >  Is it possible to know?   
   >   
   > No. Ethical breeders are as scarce as hen's teeth. HOWEver,   
   > if you got a prospect who SEEMS to know what they're talkin   
   > abHOWET, just get the dog and DISREGARD anything else they   
   > have to say abHOWET ETHICKAL BREEDIN etc. <{): ~ )  >   
   >   
   >> The most cursory google search will give you basic information   
   >> about the breed standards with regard to coat and color variations.   
   >   
   > That so? Perhaps they should go to the BREED STANDARD?   
   > They'll find THAT listed under the national breed club   
   > and A.K.C. breed standard <{): ~ ) >   
   >   
   >> If your sole criteria is "one exactly like in the movie",   
   >   
   > Like Lassie? Or Benji? Or Cujo? Or the OES in "FLUBBER"?   
   >   
   >>  you are going to set off all sorts of warning   
   >>  bells for any responsible breeder.   
   >   
   > Ahhh, that's the SECRET! RESPONSIBLE Vs ETHICKAL?   
   >   
   > BWEEEEAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!   
   >   
   >> You're not buying a stuffed toy or a home decorating accessory,   
   >   
   > Perhaps they just want a dog to decorate their trail biking rides?   
   >   
   >> you're acquiring a living being who will be a   
   >> member of your family for more than a decade.   
   >   
   > UNLESS it FORGETS it's place in the family pack and   
   > needs to GET MURDERED by RESPONSIBLE DOG RESCUERS   
   > like yourself, kathleen, you pathetic psychopath.   
   >   
   >>  Before you start shopping I'd suggest you do your   
   >> homework and educate yourself about the breed.   
   >   
   > THAT'S what they was ASKIN abHOWET, kathleen. You   
   > think you might GOOGLE for a ANSWER for them???   
   >   
   > NO PROBLEMO, kathleen. The Freakin Simply Amazing Puppy   
   > Wizard GOOGLED for a answer for THEM and discovered THIS:   
   >   
   > KathleenFrom:  Kathleen   
   > Date:  Sun, Jun 9 2002 11:02 am   
   > Groups:   alt.mountain-bike   
   >   
   >    I've been debating on when to start Zane's trail training.  He's 10   
   >   
   > months old, and still growing, so that rules out any long rides.   
   > That's   
   > okay.  I'm still recovering from the virus from hell, or, more   
   > specifically, some of its nastier side effects, so I wasn't planning a   
   > long ride anyways.  And Zane mostly comes when he's called.  *Mostly*,   
   > which really isn't good enough, not on its own.  But Zane follows   
   > Scully   
   > like he's attached to her by invisible bungee cords, and Scully ALWAYS   
   > comes when she's called, so I felt fairly safe with taking both of   
   > them.   
   >   
   >    I loaded up the bike and we headed out to Lost Valley.  It was the   
   > middle of the day, in the middle of the week, so I figured there'd be   
   > little or no trail traffic to deal with.  Both dogs went high-stepping   
   > around the parking lot, trying to get used to the feel of their boots.   
   >   
   >    Zane added a new twist by mule-kicking with both hind legs   
   > simultaneously, trying to throw off his shoes.  When I laughed at him,   
   > he grabbed my wrist in his jaws, gently enough that the skin was barely   
   >   
   > dented, while growling playfully.  So I flipped him onto his back and   
   > held him down until he quit thrashing - the canine equivalent of saying   
   >   
   > "Uncle".  He seems to be suffering from some sort of short term memory   
   > deficit.  We have to review his place on the totem pole on a daily   
   > basis, lest he come to believe that he holds that much coveted alpha   
   > postion.   
   >   
   >    When we headed out, he and Scully ran shoulder to shoulder, hauling   
   >   
   > ass on down the trail.  In a matter of a few seconds, they were so far   
   > gone I couldn't tell which dog was which.  Then I called them.  One of   
   > those far off dots wheeled around and came flying back, with the second   
   >   
   > figure not far behind...  Scully, with Zane following in her wake.   
   > Good   
   > deal.   
   >   
   >    Scully was thrilled to be out on the trail, but Zane was ecstatic,   
   > out of his mind with pure joy.  They charged up and down the trail,   
   > crashing through the brush on either side, spinning and dodging each   
   > other, and making me dodge them.  Hopefully, that will become less of a   
   >   
   > problem as the novelty of the situation wears off.   
   >   
   >    After a little less than three miles, I decided to turn back.  The   
   > dogs seemed to be holding up well, but the trail was overgrown with   
   > grass and brush and I kept finding ticks crawling all over them and me.   
   >   
   > Gah!.  I'll be glad when the DOC gets out there and brush hogs that   
   > section of double-track.   
   >   
   >    As we headed back, the dogs spotted a hiker up ahead, and sped off   
   > to investigate.  By the time I caught up, a situation had already   
   > developed.  The hiker was a lone man, maybe in his late 20's, wearing   
   > full camo, a hat and glasses.  In other words, exactly the sort of   
   > person to freak Zane out.   
   >   
   >    And Zane was indeed freaking out.  Barking madly, from about 10   
   > feet   
   > away.  Full on threat display, with his teeth bared, standing all   
   > roach-backed with the hair along his spine standing on end, his head   
   > held low and forward, in a hyena-ish stance.  And the hiker kept   
   > holding   
   > his hand out, leaning toward him, staring him in the eyes, trying to   
   > call Zane to him.  Idiot.  I don't think he realized how close he came   
   > to being bitten.   
   >   
   >    So now it's back to the drawing board with Zane.  He's only allowed   
   >   
   > outside with a yard rope attached to his collar.  A yard rope is just a   
   >   
   > piece of heavy clothes line with a snap hook for attaching to his   
   > collar.  I don't call him unless I'm in a position to step on that   
   > rope,   
   > and when I do, I call him *once*, then reel his butt in and make him   
   > come.  No more of this calling him three or four or five times before   
   > he   
      
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