Are you a big dog or little dog person?

Some of us like big dogs, some like little ones, and some like big and little and everything in between.

One of the more interesting questions in the dog-world that has, apparently, never been answered to anyone’s satisfaction (although there are hundreds, if not thousands, of articles and books about it) is: Why do we like one kind of dog over another?

When I was young, one of my favorite party tricks was to tell someone what his or her personality was like based only on their response to their favorite breed of dog.  More often than not, my “analysis” was so completely on the mark, that people were stunned.  I recall friends of one woman screeching with laughter, confirming what I’d said, while the poor girl protested vigorously. (As I recall, she was rather like an Australian shepherd — gorgeous and super-smart, but always running around trying to herd every man in sight.)

I’m still somewhat able to describe various attributes of someone’s personality if I know the breed he or she prefers, although this is becoming less so with the multiplication of “designer” breeds. I also don’t do this much anymore since the idea of relating someone to a particular breed is akin to advertising a particular pedigree. Obviously, this is not something I want to endorse, given my commitment to shelters and the pressing need for the many, fine “Heinz 57″ mutts to find a loving home.

But the question does persist and I would really like to know: What kind of people are primarily attracted to Big Dogs versus those attracted to Little Dogs?  I do think there is a significant difference and it would be fun to try to figure it out.

So… here’s the challenge.  If you are distinctly a Big Dog or Little Dog person, write and tell us why. We’ll compile the answers and, perhaps, be able to answer the riddle as to why we are attracted either to Big Dogs or Little Dogs.

Send your reply to, click on “comment” directly below the blog summary, and start your response with: “I am a (big dog) or (little dog) person because . . .”
(If you don’t have a preference but would like to respond anyway, please do.  We’ll read them all!)


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5 Responses to Are you a big dog or little dog person?

  1. Fran June 20, 2012 at 1:14 pm #

    I love those ‘big boys’ and ‘girls’ but also love Corgis, Bassett Hounds Clumbers and mutts. I guess I love a dog I can give a big bear hug and loves to snuggle. Do not like little yappers. Only dog that ever bit me was a Yorkie..go figure.

  2. Norman W Wilson, PhD June 20, 2012 at 1:47 pm #

    I’d have to say I’d be a “big dog” person, especially if it was a Morgan type. Good article.

  3. Mary E. Trimble June 20, 2012 at 2:25 pm #

    For the past several years, we’ve had (one at a time) two big dogs, both Labrador retrievers. Bo, a yellow lab, was l35 lbs in his prime; Toby, a chocolate, is 85. I like the “feel” of a big dog. Toby has the “square” shape. When he was a pup, he looked like a brick with a tail. His head is shaped like a block. Oh, oh. Does that mean I’m a block-head?

  4. Cindy Wilson June 21, 2012 at 12:06 am #

    I have rescued many dogs throughout my life, but must say, I prefer the mid-size to larger dogs. There have been a couple of exceptions. As a young girl I had a Pomeranian that thought she was a large breed. Unlike many of that particular breed, she did not yap. She loved everyone and was not in the least bit intimidated by anything larger than her. The other exception is my daughter’s Corgie/Sheltie mix. Again she is not yappy. My heart goes out to the Shepherd mixes. I have had two full blooded Shepherd’s and several Shepherd mixes. I love their intelligence, loyalty. and love of the ball. My experience has shown that the larger breeds bark less and are less agressive.

  5. Marie Grime June 25, 2012 at 6:24 am #

    My mother had Boston terriers when I was a child, one after another, and every one of them bit me (they were over-breeded in those days because of their popularity). My dad had big hairy hunting dogs and they were always lovable and never bit me. So I became a big dog person. Until two factors came together: (a) I became weak and disabled, and (b) God sent an abandoned chihuahua named Timon to my door. I still love big dogs and get to spend some time with them at my son’s and daughter’s-in-law house; in fact I just hooked the kids up with a rescued shepherd mix. But my dog now is a minpin and mini dachshund mix, 10 pound Sally. If the vets’ calculations were right, Timon lived to be 20 or 21 years old, but I lost him a few years back, and we had no joy in our house until the kids found my Sally for me in an Orlando rescue organization. I just love all dogs and cats because they’re so much better than we people are.

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