Which is your favorite breed of dog and why?

February 16, 2011

Mix is perfect match

John Cherwa

Los Angeles Times

Trying to pick your favorite breed of dog is much like choosing your favorite potato chip. You can't. But, when it comes time to make your choice, you always pick your own dog. So, there is no doubt that when Westminster has a class for Brussels Griffon-Shih Tzu-Border Collie-Parson Russell Terrier-Shetland Sheep Dog mix, I've got the hands-down winner. (Don't laugh, we had his DNA tested.)

His name is Griff. He is a rescue, having been locked in a closet without food and water for several days when his first family left him. Mixes (formerly known as mutts before they got a good PR person) are genetically superior because they are less inbred.

Rescues are great because they're just glad to be alive, and they have so much love to give. But, until Westminster adopts those as official classes, I'll go with the Golden Retriever.

jcherwa@tribune.com

English Springer Spaniel

Gary R. Blockus

The Morning Call

The tongue-wagging enthusiastic personality of English Springer Spaniels is pure entertainment each time they bounce on all fours over 3-foot high switchgrass in search of pheasants — or carelessly perform Michael Jordan jumps while playing fetch.

In the home, on a walk or upland hunt, there is no better pal. We're on our third and fourth with Emma and Spencer. Their high-motor enthusiasm is infectious, and in repose, they melt into your lap or the floor like a Dali painting. Emma stands on her hind legs and hugs me when I walk in the door. Spencer gently grabs my hand with his mouth to lead me to his supper dish.

One of them jumps to lock the deadbolt when we arrive home from work, but they always make us laugh and our hearts smile.

gblockus@tribune.com

Loyal English Bulldog

Shawn Courchesne

Hartford Courant

Stubborn, moody, confrontational and always, always, always ready for a long nap. And don't forget, a bit gassy, too, and happily so.

Is there a more perfect pooch than that for a sports journalist? The dog days of August last all year.

There's nothing quite like the slobbering, sloppy, uncoordinated love and loyalty of an English Bulldog.

Graceful? Not so much.

Go for a jog? No thanks.

Chase that ball? Maybe, once or twice.

Lick your face? Reserve an hour or so.

And how can you not love a dog that snores louder than most sleep apnea sufferers?

You can have your chiseled Greyhound, your impeccably coiffed Poodle, your stately German Shepherd, I'll take the lazy love of an English Bulldog over all of them.

scourchesne@tribune.com

Beagles have pizzazz

Matt Humphrey

Orlando Sentinel

The beagle was bred to be the Elmer Fudd of hounds, a hunter of wascly wabbits and other small game.

Oh, how the breeders underestimated the beagle's true potential as a pizza thief.

Meet Buddy, a 12-year-old beagle. His general cuteness conceals all-star athleticism he uses to his full advantage.

If you're enjoying a slice of piping hot pie on the couch, he'll rest quietly at your feet, his back turned. And just when you don't realize he's there, he transforms into the Blake Griffin of beagles, leaping into the air and twisting his body.

In one swift, powerful motion, he grabs the pizza with his teeth and slams it home with two paws.

Then with the tilt of his head and the wagging of his tail, he erases your anger with a smile. That is true power.

mhumphrey@tribune.com

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