Hall's Miss Boobs and Boobs

I remember some in UK (me included) were going nuts on importing dogs from US, a big money guy in north of England had around 20 dogs bred off imports he bought direct from Ricky Jones.. There was dogs on that yard bred about as close to Shady Lady as you could get I suppose.. He told me RJ smoked weed constant and out of courtesy he took a couple of blasts on what ever it was that Ricky was smoking.. 5 minutes later he tried to stand up and nothing happened, day over! reminds me of a song haha!

 

Forgot to mention Norman Hooten wrote a letter in Pit Bull News during early nineties stating Jailhouse was a nice female and how much he liked her, don't believe he was too happy over Bobby Hall selling her to England and pretty sure he even offered to buy her back, it's along time ago now, but it went something like that.

 

Was glad to have her daughter.The dogs and pups 6 months quarantine at the UK isn't fun at all.Bert we mated to several bitches at the time I was there.Hall's Jeanette one of them bred bitches.Nursed with Jeanette Hall also a litter sired by Bert back to health which were down with parvo.One out of that litter became pretty well-known as my memory serve me right.

 

Black River's Dempsey - Ch Bert x Sugar was one of those pups we nursed back to health.

 

Years ago I owned a little male out of Hall's Joe Ringo, seem to recall bottom side of the pedigree was a Maloney's Bert x Laird's GR CH Jap cross.. It was around same time a lot of people in UK were getting out of the dogs, have to admit I knew little about his pedigree and hardly even gave it much thought, never realised then he was probably the tightest bred GR.CH. Art dog in the country and I never even knew it.. I'm proper thick at times!

 

Yes I recall that Bert/Jap pups as one was offered to me short after I received the Jailhouse daughter. Didn't take the pup as I was loaded up with dogs. Bobby was pretty pissed at me that I refused this offer.

 

I remember he said one of the females had a different color and he wasnt sure what bobby send or maybe I mixed things up

 

I used the method of conditioning close to or under weight I altered it where I used it only for a week and than brought em up

 

I never had any strategy or system for bringing a dog in on weight (never really had the knowledge or experience back then) most times it was just more work or less work, more feed or less feed and a ton of luck.. In retrospect, I doubt I ever brought a dog that was even 50% as ready as it could have been in better hands.

 

I used to always enjoy my visits with Northern Lad and him telling me endless (funny) stories on the dogs and people who owned them, he had a story about Jailhouse that got me thinking about the separation anxiety factor in trading dogs and even just dogs going to new owners, who for all kinds of reasons maybe never read that dog's mood before expecting it to perform like Chinaman or Tornado.

 

Speaking of laughing. I will never forget the evening that Junk Yard's little G hung in a cart wheel above a table somewhere in the mountains , especially when the owner of the house came after him very angrily and G escaped through a lean-to and then through the roof of the home.

 

Once upon a time in lively Turkey, there was this legend of a guy, let's call him Chuckles, known far and wide for his colossal mouth and a confidence level that could put Superman to shame. Chuckles lived by the mantra of 'I don't care, I live for this!' and had a knack for turning life into a grand comedy show.

One day, during a popular local event, whispers of trouble reached Chuckles' ears. He decided to make a quick and discrete exit, leaving behind his loyal dog, who was apparently less concerned about the rumors. Chuckles jumped into his car faster than a lightning bolt.

As he zoomed away, folks at the event were left in stitches, imagining Chuckles in his escape act. Chuckles, never one to miss an opportunity for a witty retort, shrugged off the jokes with a smirk, saying, "I ain't scared, I'm just smart! If they catch me, they catch me, but hey, they'll have to catch me first!" And with that, he drove into the sunset, leaving laughter in his wake. The second time he hadn't his car, but they catched him because this time was it reall, his answer was not my show, not my dogs.

 

The stories and folk lore behind the dogs is great entertainment just on it's own, I remember NKK told me that after leaving Bobby Hall, they stayed a few nights at Bob Stevens' place. He was some kind of hyperactive Karate expert who'd go round his house kicking doors off the hinges, then they travelled up to Dixie Line Connection who always treated their guests to great hospitality including bulldog tours around the State.. One history attraction on the Dixie Line tour bus was a visit to the barn where Lonzo schooled out Zebo and Vindicator as young prospects.. Lonzo was long gone and the new house owners must have been clueless over why random people would suddenly park up next to their driveway, take photographs of their barn and then drive off again. The significance of that barn (if it's still standing) probably lost on the owners for all eternity haha!

 

"Still with the look of fear, disbelief and over all shock, D, looked at me and said, "I take that back, the dogs have truly evolved into something different".

I know that feeling well! Still wake at night sweating over similar situations.. Thanks to all who posted for sharing the stories.

 

That one time when a disagreement flared up between a few annoying rowdies and a man you don't want to get into a fight with, and two figures with the biggest mouths ran away and hid in a shallow ditch for fifteen minutes. The quarrel was resolved through the intervention of an acquaintance of the men, who urged the quarrels to calm down.
Hands were shaken and fortunately the atmosphere had changed for the better.
The runaways arrived, soaking wet and covered in mud, chilled and to the amusement of everyone. We once saw a real fight at a dog exhibition of small breeds and lap dogs where two neat-looking older ladies,
owners of competing show dogs, fighting each other, it was a spectacle and B&W and I almost peed our pants laughing in a shocked crowd.

 

I used to have a european pig picking stories like this would fly around