eet MR BIG II currently residing in San Francisco, CA
This is the sort of TRD I was breeding in 2007...


Meet MR. BIG who lives in San Francisco, CA with the Kevin Sarkki family. 

Here is what they have to say... 

We celebrate our Thai Ridgeback Dog's third birthday with great joy! I posted a 50-second video clip on YouTube for you. For best viewing, let the video fully load, then start. (owned and operated by the Kevin Sarkki family of San Francisco, CA..- batteries were not included) 

This breed is amazing!!! 

Our Sterling or Baan Sakorn TRD, "Big," has proven himself a welcome addition to the family. 

We already cared for a 20 lbs. Rat Terrier and an 80 lbs. Rhodesian Ridgeback mix so it was with some trepidation that we contacted Baan Sakorn who was from San Francisco a decade ago who was now breeding his TRD in Chiang Mai, Thailand. They assured us that this dog would make for a good fit—he has proven to be correct, for Big has won us over by just being the noblest of dogs. He has tolerated the Rhody's persistent harassment (11 year old female, nuff said), and does not play too rough with the little Terrier. He deflects the Rhody's verbal abuse with the patience of a saint. He seems all-knowing in temperament and the neighbor kids have even nicknamed him "Yoda." 

He is the best of the three on walks around the neighborhood, always follows my directions and keeps pace beautifully, whereas the other two require constant corrections. 

From day one Big knew where in the yard to do his business. While the others drop wherever their nose takes them, he knows where the containment barrel is and drops within a short radius, effectively making my job so much easier-this is of his own volition as I never prompted him to do so. 

Be forewarned, this breed is a very capable digger, or should I say, engineer. Having dug deep, like three foot caves that could have effectively assisted escape from Stalag 13! This is one area where I must intervene with appropriate obstacles, like railroad ties and stepping stones. He gets daily walks but has so much pent up energy to burn it's just another way for him to release. 
Extremely healthy and athletic, I liken him to a thoroughbred horse. The neighbors think it's due to some steroids mixed in his food bowl, but truth be told, all I can afford is what anyone can buy from Costco. 

I marvel at his figure and hope to sculpt a life-size statue some day. I did paint a black velvet portrait that captured him with that all-knowing expression, one that he wears when not smiling. Lately he's been talking more, as if mimicking us humans. He's quite a character and we are entertained by his antics. 

I will keep you informed as he matures and know that we are thrilled to have him. Baan Sakorn was totally right on the money with this dog and we thank him for his frankness and that he is always there after the purchase as well. No matter what you read on the internet about Baan Sakorn, all I can say is he did good by me and my family. I know where I will go to get my second TRD. 

Kevin Sarkki

Our TRD showed his protective side today.

While out walking my dogs today, I had an encounter with an 85-pound Rottweiler of "West Oakland" pedigree. By that I guess it means "gangsta-bred."

Whenever I see another dogwalker my gut reaction is to move to the other side of the street to avoid confrontation. But today the other dogwalker was unseen coming around the corner.

The dogwalker said his dog was friendly enough, but asked about my dog. What kind of dog is that? "It's a jungle dog from Thailand..." I said. "... And I am not sure about how friendly he is." The owner then noted my TRD's movements and proclaimed, "He's skittish." I replied, "Yes, he is." Nonetheless, the dogwalker wanted his Rottie to go face-to-face with my TRD.

What happened next is why I never allow our TRD to roam without a leash. When the Rottie got about one foot away, our TRD lunged forward, and with a fierce snap sent the Rottie in retreat.

To which the dogwalker said, "Oh, he's a biter!" I replied, "Yes, he is. "

Fortunately no injury to report. But a lesson learned. I held our TRD on a short leash, with little room to maneuver. Had I allowed for greater freedom of movement, there could have been blood on my hands.


TRDs are a primitive dog breed. That is the lure for some, like me, but for others, that primitive nature is more than they care to come to terms with.

If I may indulge you in a comparison. Think of gargoyles, those medieval creatures ornamenting ancient European architecture. During the middle ages the gargoyle served as a symbol of evil--effective imagery to elicit religious submission to a largely illiterate population. Looking at a TRD in person it is easy to imagine wings on its back, breathing fire--yeah, it commands respect.

A similar reaction is apparent in those who see a TRD for the first time. I've heard people comment:  "that dog looks scary… mandingo dog… is your dog mean?
I say, "It's a jungle dog from Thailand. It moves like a ninja, like a big cat, like a jaguar. Tough to handle. It requires the caretaker to be constantly ready to be challenged. It's not for everyone.

Generally the conversation ends with them complimenting me, stating how amazing our dog appears.

Think you want to tame one?