Popular Patterdale Terrier Bloodline
The dog featured, along with the dogs in the pedigree, are some of the more popular
dogs in the pedigrees of the breed today.
J&J’s Cedar
Nuttall's "Rocky"
Ray's "Higgens"
Nuttall's "Treacle"
Kuper's "Warf"
Nuttall's "Duke II"
Nuttall's "Magic"
Nuttall's "Kessie"
Breay's "Rusty"
Breay's "J.R."
Breay's "Gem"
Skogg's "Jugg"
Nuttall's "Flint II"
Nuttall's "Miss Ellie"
Nuttall's "Trouble II"
(This is in honor of one of
the Best little dogs, we owned.
It’s not telling even half of his
adventures, it’s only meant to
give a glimpse of what kind of
dog he was.) Our friend, RM
came by one day with a scruffy
little red Male Fell type Terrier,
and asked would we be inter-
ested in him. He belonged to
his friend, Nigel, that was not
able to keep him at the time.
He had a natural bob tail (and
produced it) and some big teeth
for his size. He was only 11 lbs.
then. He eventually filled out to
15-16 lbs.
We already owned a pair but
this little dog had something
special about him so we said,
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“Yes, we’ll gladly give him a
home!”. He was so smart. We
had a yard full of good dogs
then. While Cedar would “fight
a circle saw” as my father
would say, he would not start
it. He could run the yard and
ignore the dogs if they barked,
growled etc.
He was always on the hunt.
We had Black Walnut trees all
over the property so there were
plenty of squirrels, and out in
the back several ground hog
settees that ran into the yards
on both sides. We called Nigel
to thank him and ask a bit about
him. He told us he’d bought him
from NY I believe as a pup. He
said that even as a pup, Cedar
would bring his findings, mice,
moles, rats into his shop and
pile them up. According to the
pedigree, Cedar was pure Nut-
tall. We became friends with
Nigel and still are to this day.
There was always a crowd
at our house back then. Folks
from all over when come to sit
and talk dogs with my father.
There weren’t many Patterdales
around our area back then. So,
when dogmen came to our home
and seen that little fuzzy red
dog popping his chain, they’d
ask “Jack, what in the world is
that?”. My father would smile
and say “That’s a real Tasma-
nian Devil” and laugh. And he
was. Because of the Walnut