Patterdale terrier. Perfect in the house, loves people, never snaps, doesn’t steal, shares his dinner, no resource guarding, lovely deep bark and is very handsome (think of a very fit mini Labrador).
As soon as he goes outside every muscle tenses as he sniffs the air for a victim, and he focuses on finding something to kill (not people, they’re just ignored). And he stays in that mode until we get home, whereupon he slobs out on the sofa again.
Thankfully he’s small enough for me to stop him from full scale murder, but I dread the dogs, off lead, who “just want to say hello”.
I fantasise about my next dog - cuddly, happy and delighted to sit beside me in a cafe whilst I meet friends for coffee. I fear it’s sometime away, my boy is only eight and super fit, and they tend to live well into their teens, still displaying their delightful Patterdale traits.
I do accept it’s entirely my fault, I hadn’t realised just how concentrated a terrier a Patterdale is, and I guess if you’re bred to actually kill foxes and badgers you are going to be pretty full on. And he is very loveable.