@Ivy, I agree with your INTJ suggestion. I love Great Danes, as well as Irish wolfhounds. Really, just big, sedate, lugubrious-looking dogs in general.
I also concur with your assessment of pugs. They're cute as hell, but way too hyper, and dumber than a bag of hammers. My mom's pug doesn't respond to her name, doesn't seem able to learn any commands, and still isn't house-broken. I can usually teach just about any dog to shake hands within ten minutes, but this pug just can't seem to get it. She also eats rocks.
I can see Jack Russell terriers as ENTP dogs. They're highly intelligent and curious, as well as energetic and outgoing.
I guess German shepherd, Belgian malinois, Doberman, Leonberger, Collies... The usual guide dogs.
Add Shih tzus along side pugs. They're cute and cuddly, but most of 'em can be hyper, clingy, and a nightmare to train. I have 2 of them, and it's a good thing that they're smarter than others but we still had some trouble training one of the two.
Enneagream: 5w4 “The Iconoclast”
Alignment: True Neutral
Just open up your eyes, why don't you grow up and see?
But what the hell is "growing up" and tell me when will I be?
Can a single person out there just explain it to me?
Hey, just tell me how... It's not like I care now.
ENTJ- German shepherd dog
ENTP- Alaskan Malamute
INTJ- Great Dane
We had a Newfoundland when I was a kid. I don't think I could go back to having one now, even though we live in the perfect environment, a Newfie would thrive here. I just couldn't deal with the hair or the slobber or the mess at this point. They are wonderful, wonderful dogs but they must have a job and purpose or they become terribly unhappy.
I like to rock n' roll all night and *part* of every day. I usually have errands... I can only rock from like 1-3.
the one I took care of for a while thought he was a cat. He was so gentle. He would literally act like a cat. I would wrestle him and stick my hand in his mouth and people thought I was crazy not realizing that he thought he was a cat.
"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.