Canine Quarterly - ADBA CQ OCT 18 | Page 4

The Patterdale Terriers From - A HALF CENTURY with the American Put Bull Terrier “the early years” Author: Gary Hammonds – 2003 I had met a fellow over in Kentucky many years back. He went by Boston Blackie and was eccentric to say the least. He was the fellow who owned the “Black Jack Bronson” and “Ch” Daisy Mae”, the famous tree climbing bulldog. I had visited him at his place back then and he lived on a ridge that had a valley on two of the three sides. The grass was the color they often referred to as blue grass. I have never seen a cleaner dog yard. Each chain space was ground covered with this crushed stone known as aggregate. I don’t know if there was a kennel hand hiding out somewhere that come out and cleaned up when they took a poop, but I never saw a pile during my visit. I had always had a liking for small Pit bulls, mini Bull Terriers and 4 the hard hunting terriers, but had never owned one. Blackie called me once when he returned from a trip to Europe and was telling me about a breed he was amazed by, and had rounded up some. These were members of the Fell Terriers, which specialize in going under the ground for their quarry. They were called Patterdale Terriers and he had run into Brian Nuttall, a very well known European breeder, who was known for some to the best. He said he knew I would want to get one, evaluate it and then tell him what I thought. Through several years, I researched the breed and finally got a black and tan saddle back from George Schiller’s stuff. These were based on the Nuttall stuff Blackie had brought to this country a few years earlier. The little guy really fit in and I called him “Chay Ho”, but he was quickly claimed by Barry my son, who called him “Teddy Bear”. He was one of the most focused pups that I had ever seen and was certain he could kill a cat or anything else he construed as quarry. “Chay Ho” grew quickly and was grown before I knew it. He was perfect in every way, but for one fault. When I was outside the house or anywhere on the place, he knew it and would sit there and steadily bark to let me know he wanted “out” to help me do what I was doing. Being a little too mouthy is a Patterdale shortcoming, as they are easily wound up and always looking for the suspicious. This does make them excellent watch dogs. My nephew’s trainer, Casey Malone, had expressed an interest in the Patty’s and “Chay Ho” was