My first encounter with American Eskimos was as a very young girl.
An elderly lady had these cute, little "spitz." She let me sit down and hold puppies.
When I was nine, a friend gave me my very own "spitz". I named her
Fluffy. She was perfect. Fluffy wasn't to be allowed in the house, but she
spent many a night sleeping under my blanket. Fluffy protected me from my
bigger brother. Unfortunately, I wasn't taught to use a leash. Fluffy was hit
by a car, and I cried for 3 days.
Fluffy 2 was next. He liked the whole family, including my brother. He
ran loose, like every other dog in the neighborhood. One night, he was part
of a dog pack, that was shot, chasing and killing sheep.
Based on early expierences, my dogs are not allowed to run free
without supervision. Eskies absolutely love their owner & family, if the
family is involved in their care.
In 1976, I purchased my first UKC American Eskimo in Ga. Frosty was a
great rat killer. She wasn't very fond of cats except for the ones she was
raised with. She was great with young children. Not too crazy about grown
men. In 1980, I decided to raise puppies. Eventually I kept one & bought my
own male, built a kennel when I owned more than 3.