Growing up we had a couple Rat Terriers. My mom loved those dogs. My dad hated them. If it couldn't hunt, it was useless to him. We always had beagles for rabbit hunting and they were kept outside/garage if too cold. Our Terriers also hunted tree rats and birds.
The first one, Sammy, tried to eat a car out on the Grandparent's farm. Did not go so well for him. he may have suicided himself. I think he had something on Hilary.
The replacement dog, Tammy (same sire/bitch) died of old age. She almost died when my dad 'accidentally" nearly cleaved off her snout as she poked up between his legs while he was killing chickens. Vet saved her, but she never got within 10 feet of the old man after that. LOL.




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