No, sir...Annie and Beau are not related except by breed.

Annie is almost six months to the day older than Beau, and came from High Point, North Carolina. Beau came from Apex, North Carolina. For whatever it's worth, both of Beau's parents were AKC champions. His sire, Silverhill's U Got Game ("Moses"), was owned by a former NFL player and sired Beau's litter at the age of ten. I had the honor to photograph him shortly before he passed away from cancer several months after Beau was born.

Regarding their similar markings, like all breeds recognized by the AKC, there is a breed standard for Rottweilers. Their "official" color must be black with mahogany markings. The mahogany can vary slightly in hue, but shouldn't be straw colored. They can have no white markings at all. They have to have the spots above each eye and the mahogany markings on their chest. Their lower legs and paws must be mahogany with a black "pencil mark" on each toe. If you look at Rottweilers, Dobermans, Black and Tan Coonhounds, you'll see that they all have similar markings. As do the black and mahogany Dachshunds.

I'm not a big fan of the AKC and their often nitpickety rules and standards. Rottweilers are born with tails, of course, but they are "officially" a docked breed. But tailed Rottweilers are making a comeback. I accept that they're a docked breed, but I don't particularly care one way or another. I don't like it that Dobermans are supposed to have their ears cropped. Ditto for Great Danes and Pit Bulls. I like them natural. I'm okay with removing dew claws, though, as they can become a problem as the dog grows up.

But really...don't get me started on the AKC and breed standards. Probably told you more than you wanted to know already.

In spite of my sig line and my recently becoming a cat lover I have always loved dogs and I always will.

The first two pics are our Danny Boy. The fist pick is the day we brought him home from the breeder at 7 weeks old. this was about 1981.

We wanted a cocker spaniel but we wanted a smaller version that the typical cocker. We found a breeder that specialized in miniature size cockers. She had both of his parents. The male was red and weighed 17 lbs and the female was blond and weighed 14 lbs. The litter was 5 or 6 pups and we just decided to see which one came to us first. They were all cute as could be and we didn't care if it was a male of a female. Danny Boy came to us immediately so Miss Pam picked him up and the deal was sealed.

Sadly he was plagued with many health problems the last two years of his life. We have always felt this was the result of a lot of inbreeding. We lost him when he was only 7. the second pic was take when he was about 5.

We had him neutered and he later gained a lot of weight and topped off at 55 lbs. So much for the mini cocker thing.

He was a sweet heart and smarter than a 5th grader.

We finally took him in one cold rainy December morning and took him out of his pain. After, we sat in the car and cried for a half an hour. We will always remember our Danny Boy.

The third pic is Maloney. He was our dog if only for a weekend. It was a short stay but he wasted no time in worming his way into our hearts. I may have posted his story before but in case I didn't and for those like me who may have memory problems I repost it here.
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THEY CALL ME MALONEY

Hi! My name is Maloney and here is the story of my
great week end with Walkin' Jack and Miss Pam.

It all began on a very dark and stormy Friday night. I
hate thunder and lightening. It scares me to the point
of hysteria. Friday night was very frightening for me
because the lightening was so close and the thunder
was so loud.

There's this little gap between the bottom of the
fence and the grass in my back yard that I walk past
dozens of times every day and never give a thought to.
But in my agitated state Friday night I just freaked
out and dug my way out at that point. once I got out I
just ran and ran and ran...no idea where I was headed
but I felt compelled to get there as fast as I could.

When I stopped to catch my breath I was in completely
strange surroundings. Nothing I could see looked
familiar. Great! Now look what I've done! The storm
still rages and I am out in it now, exposed to it and
what ever else might be around and lost to boot. What
ever happened to an animal's so-called instinct for
survival? Oh well, I'll just keep moving and maybe
something will turn up.

Brother! It's been a long night! The sun is up now,
must be about 8:30 or 9:00 AM...hey, hold on a sec,
there'e a garage door going up. Hmmm, lemme go check
THIS out.

Ok, I'm in the garage now...guy sees me...a surprised
look on his face for a moment but then he reaches down
and offers to pet me and is talking kinda friendly so
I go up and let him pet my head.

He pets me for a couple of minutes and then tries to
shoo me out of the garage. Maybe I should leave but I
just have a good feeling about this guy. I bet that if
I really pour on the charm I can have him falling all
over himself to do things for me. I follow him around
to the back yard and up onto the deck. Nice. Shady and
breezy and cool. I decide to back up that charm thing
with a lot of cute and I'm thinkin' that being
affectionate won't hurt none either...guy seems to
like me.

He runs and gets me a bowl of water and that tells me
what I need to know...HE'S MINE! He seems like he is
having some trouble deciding what to do about me. All
I can do is to keep pourin' it on and hope for the
best.

After a while he goes in the house for a while and
when he comes back there is a woman with him. Hmmm,
she seems very sweet and seems to like me as much as
the guy. I may be onto something here.

After the initial greetings are over with, the man and
woman sit down and begin to discuss my fate. They
can't seem to make up there minds. The did come to one
conclusion right away though, and that was that they
didn't much care for the way I smelled. I think I
heard the word "funky" mentioned. Guy said he was
going to the store for a few things and he'd be right
back. When he got back he came out with some good chow
and a bottle of green stuff that looked vaguely
familiar.

They continued to discuss my fate while I ate, and a
little later gave me a treat that looked like a bone
with gravy dried on it...tasty! They agreed that the
right thing to do was to try to get me back home. That
could be a problem though, cause my master had my tags
off me to change them out for the new ones, so they
didn't know where I belonged. They decided to keep me
for the weekend and call the city animal control
center on Monday and see if any one was asking about
me.

All that settled, the man gets the bottle of green
stuff and takes me out into the middle of the back
yard. He has this long green snake-like thing that he
can make water come out of. Now he's squirting it all
over me. WHOA! I could get used to this! He puts the
green stuff from the bottle all over me and it turns
into this great smelling foamy stuff and it makes my
skin tingle and feel very good. I get in a really
playful mood while he is trying to rinse me off and I
make a game out of trying to bite the end of the
"snake" where the water is coming out. He finally just
sets it down and lets me play in it a while by myself,
too much fun!

Now he comes up with an old throw rug which he places
in a good spot by the back door which I've indicated
is where I'd like to sleep. I miss my people but these
folks sure know how to make a dog feel at home! We
spend the rest of the day just knocking around in the
back yard. He kept throwing a stick and yelling for me
to go get it. Then, after a minute, when I just stood there looking at him, he'd go get it and
throw it again. Don't know what that was all about but
he seemed to enjoy it so I didn't complain. He soon
grew tired of it and quit throwing the stick...seemed
a little disappointed in me for some reason.

Still getting to know each other.

I spent the night on the rug in my new favorite spot
and had a great night. Something caught my attention
in the wee hours and I thought it would be in my best
interest to demonstrate my capabilities in the watch
dog department as long as I was trying to make a good
impression so I gave it a couple of quick barks but
that's all, no point in wakin' up the entire
neighborhood.

Sunday was a great day. The man had a pile of logs out
next to his yard building and seemed intent on moving
all the logs off the rack they were on and tearing it
out and building a new one and then puting all the
logs back. Whew, people sure do some silly stuff. Any
way I felt it my duty to show an interest and so I got
involved in a major way and I know I was a big help
althought the man failed to show his appreciation.
Kept yelling, "get outta there", "stop that", "heuh".

Still getting to know each other.

The man and woman spent a lot of time out on the deck
with me, just talking and drinking some foul smelling
liquid that was black and hot...PEEEWWWWEEEE!

Monday started out good too but then the man started
making a bunch of phone calls. I heard him tell the
woman that some guy was gonna come get me and take me
to a place where my people could find me. If they
didn't find me in three days then I'd be put up for
adoption. If I didn't get addopted in a week then the
man said he wanted to come and get me back. He seemed
very affraid of what would happen to me if I didn't
get adopted. Well now, I'm a little concerned here,
the man seems determined that nothing bad will happen
to me but still, I once again face uncertainty. I
thought I had it made here.

A little later a guy comes and puts me up in his truck
and takes me to a place with lots of other dogs. I
hadn't been there very long when the nice lady that
works there tells me that my master is on his way to
pick me up. Oh joy...oh happy day.

Well, I'm back home now and getting settled back into
my old routine. I heard my master talking to the nice
man that took care of me over the week end and he told
him that my name is Maloney and that I'm a full blood
fox terrier. I'm very glad to be home and I promise
not to ever run away again. I had a pretty exciting
time and I'll always remember the nice man and woman
that took care of me.

Maloney

Well, that was Maloney, as you must now be aware. I
can only add that he is a great dog! he dosen't bark,
dosen't lick and dosen't try to hump your leg. A very
affectionate and playful dog. The kind you can fall
for if you don't watch out.

Pam and I have had dogs in the past but we don't have
any right now and want to wait a while before we get
another one. Still, we would have gladly kept Maloney
if we couldn't find out where he lives or find a good
home for him. In all reality, a dog like that would be
no trouble to put with a good family. He's a real
sweetie!

Maloney, we enjoyed meeting you, come back and visit
any old time!

Walkin' Jack

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I'm genuinely grateful to all the forum members who posted photographs of their dogs, past and present.

All of the photographs of the beautiful and handsome dogs have made me smile...even though some of them are a bit sad to look at. No dog should ever be forgotten.

And just because National Puppy Day is over for this year, that doesn't mean you can't keep posting your photographs.

Shoot, far as I'm concerned, every day is puppy day.

A W E S O M E!!!

Someone dropped their lunch!!

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Yep....he does that too what's funny is that is he had the option of a comfortable couch, same couch with a big soft pillow or same couch with TWO big soft pillows on top of each other he would climb up on the two pillows.

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This is my beloved Belle, gone but never to be forgotten, Lab/Chessie cross. hubby rescued her and her sister Boji while on a fishing trip to South Dakota. They were living under a trailer house and being given just enough food to keep them alive. He took both of them in case one didn't survive. He stopped at the vet's on the way home to have them checked out. Vet said all they needed was lots of food and lots of love.
I can't seem to find a pic of Boji, sadly she was only with us a few years, cancer took her away. Belle was a fabulous waterfowl retriever. After my hubby's health prevented him from hunting she became my best buddy.
RIP, Belle

This is Shadow. She is my buddy, protector, and plate licker. She is a Lab/Norwegian Elkhound cross adopted from a local shelter. She likes to make "nests" I had left the 2 fleece blankets on the floor and this is what she did!




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She was so beautiful. There's an aura that surrounds older dogs, a level of dignity that's unmistakable when you see it. It's almost as if they are aware of how much happiness they've brought into our lives and how much of an accomplishment that is.

Dachshunds do that same "nest" thing. Years ago, I had three of them in my studio, photographing them for a veterinarian friend. I put a blanket down on the floor for them so sit on, then turned away to make lighting and camera adjustments. When I looked back, they'd gathered and bunched the blanket into sort of a big soft pile and were all snuggled down in it together. After two more tries, I finally just left well enough alone, and photographed them anyway.

Cody at about 2 1/2 months old and at age 9. He will be 10 this Summer.

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When it comes to cuteness, Golden Retreiver puppies are in a class by themselves. And when they get older and begin to go gray at the muzzle, they look so wise that again, we get the sense that they know things that we humans can't begin to understand.

Cody is a great looking dog, a fine example of the breed.

My boy Sammie I got him when he was a year and a half old . He is now about eight years old.

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Watchdog: Thank you!

Cody is our 5th Golden over the last 40 years and while all were great dogs in their own rights, Cody is in a class by himself. He will be 10 in July and he is in excellent health (I walk him 2 miles every day - unless it's pouring or snowing hard) and it helps keep him (and me too ) in good shape. It saddens me to realize Golden's don't really do well after 11 or 12 years but the joy they bring within those years is irreplaceable. Hopefully he will be the exception!

Sammie's lookin' good, isn't he? Gotta love those ears.

Sammy looks GREAT! I grew up with a Beagle next door (Snoopy of course) and he was quite a great dog. The only thing that made him growl was when my neighbor took out the nail clipper to trim his nails. He did not like that!

Thanks for that info. I found it very interesting. My dad and one of my uncles loved the Pomeranian breed and I saw them go through some aggravation with the AKC business.

Not to put too fine a point on it I don't care much for the concept of "show dogs/cats/etc". Many times the people who own them don't really care about much except what prizes they can win. I call it pet snobbery. I would much rather see an animal loved than bathed, brushed and trimmed every day. I know these animals are not physically mistreated but neither are they loved and viewed as companions. They are denied mutually affectionate relationships. I hate that.

I think Annie and Beau are spectacular dogs! Beautiful! What difference could it make how they are marked?! They exude good health a regal, majestic demeanor and physical perfection without the opinion of some stuffed shirt that thinks where the spots are make any difference. And Don't even get me started on cropping ears and bobbing tails. That is an example of animal abuse for the sake of human vanity.

Oooops. I did say I wasn't going to put too fine a point on it. It's just that I'm kind of passionate about the mistreatment of animals and it's hard for me to resist getting carried away.

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When I have to trim Sammies nails it's a all out battle that includes the muzzle and two other people and I'm lucky to get two paws done at a time.

Halle Peeno's entirely too cute. I love the little spiked collar on this obviously dangerous little dog.

Here's mine.
3 months


Now:

The first dog with the other one we adopted at five months old:



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Beautiful dog! German Shepherd mix?

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These are two great looking young dogs for sure. Love the way their ears stand up naturally...without human intervention. I'll bet these two are lots of fun. Thanks for posting their photos.

The one on the top bench is a "Native American shepherd" which is a fancy way of saying mutt with German and Belgian shepherd, husky, malamute and chinook.

The bottom one, is probably a mix but based on her size and online photos, I think Black and Tan kelpie is possible. My wife actually just got me a DNA test for her form my birthday so I should know soonish!

Thanks for the compliments folks. They are, in fact, great pups!


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Border Collies are such fun...and such hard workers when they're doing what they're bred to do. I used to photograph sheep dog trials and was amazed at their intelligence and drive. And at the end of each round, there was a big tank of cool water for the dogs to jump in and cool off...they really worked hard. They are just totally focused on their task...also outstanding dogs for agility and frisbee trials.

Your dog's red scarf sets off her coloring beautifully.

Border Collies are one of my very favorite breeds. I have great respect for any creature human or not that has a good work ethic. Too bad for me that I could never give one of the fine animals a home. I could never keep up with it or give it the active life it would need to be happy.

MY LOSS!

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When they were puppies, Annie and Beau argued daily about who's the Top Dog in this house.

No one ever got hurt, no one was seriously bitten...just little nips and some grabbin'-hold-and-shakin' type stuff.

They never really settled the issue, but agreed to continue the discussion for the rest of their lives whenever the mood hits them.

Note: In actuality, though, Annie is Top Dog. Although Beau outweighs her by a good fifty pounds, she will give him a pretend butt whuppin' every now and again. And she will sometimes just look at him out of the blue from a few feet away...giving him that Rottweiler Death Stare and showing her front teeth...and Beau simply can't stand up to that level of intimidation, even though he is fearless at other times. He will just leave the room and won't return until he's sure it's okay or I call him.

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If you are interested in reading a good book about Border Collies, I suggest Eminent Dogs, Dangerous Men by Donald McCaig. It's non-fiction, by the way. He is also the author of Nop's Trials, a fictional account of a Border Collie.

I met Mr. McCaig once at a book signing back in the early nineties...I was one of only five people there at the time. We had an interesting talk about his dogs, and I asked him if he still had his dog named Kip, a dog he wrote a good bit about. He looked away with a tear in his eye for a moment and replied that no, Kip wasn't with him any more.

Donald McCaig gave up a fairly lucrative job as an advertising executive in NYC and moved to Virginia and took up sheep farming. Gotta admire that.

Well... I can't post a then pic but I can post a now (today) pic.

Ladies and gentlemen of S&W Forum, meet Shasta. Shasta is a rescue and is supposed to be a Beagle mix of something... but best described as a 8-week 6-pound bundle of wonderful. She came home with us yesterday evening.

Welcome aboard, Shasta!!! What a fine looking pup!!

Thanks for sharing with us.

Best Regards, Les

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What a cutie she is. And good for you for rescuing her.

It'll be interesting, I think, to see what size she grows into as she gets older. She's marked similarly to my dogs except for her paws and toenails. I'm betting the brown spots on her ears will go away as she gets older. I can see a bit of Beagle in the shape of her face right now. I hope she has a long and happy life with you.

Thanks. So far so good. Vet gave Shasta the once-over and looks like all is well. Vet said Beagle sumpin'... who knows? Went through her first lightening and thunderstorm last night with flying colors. She looked up at the first flash and boom for a second... then went back to snoozing. Isn't nervous riding in the truck unless the wife is driving (me too)

Alert, active, healthy appetite and seems easy going. I think Shasta is going to do well.... though a long way to go in a galaxy far far away from being house trained... yet.

I put my foot down about sleeping in bed. Made it clear to the wife in no uncertain terms this dog was NOT going to sleep in bed. Wife smiled and said anything you say dear. 10 minutes later I picked up Shasta and she snuggled in our bed. Yeah yeah... I know.

Joking aside about sleeping in the bed...you kinda have to be careful about that with young puppies, and I speak from personal experience. So a bit of advice, if you don't mind...

My previous Rottweiler, Chief, was eight or nine weeks old and sleeping in the bed with me...this was years and years and years ago. Well, he fell out of the bed...hit the floor...and broke his right hind leg.

It was what's called a greenstick break. A puppy's little bones are still somewhat flexible at a young age...they often won't snap-break like a stick, but they'll break like you bend and break a green branch off a bush or something. Chief had to wear a cast for eight weeks. Luckily no permanent damage was done, but even though he lived to be almost twelve years of age, he would sometimes move that leg funny when he went to sit down...he'd sort of throw it out to the side instead of bending it up under him.

We humans toss and turn and move around all sorts of ways in our sleep and don't even know it. It'd be real easy to knock a little puppy out of bed...or even roll over on it and not even know it.

My dogs do sleep in my bed, by the way. And sometimes they even leave room for me.

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We have had 6 dogs during our almost 30 years of marriage. Except for Maggie, all have been "Pound Puppies", so you'll have to settle for geriatric puppy pictures:

No pictures of Maggie, a purebred GSP. We have some but they haven'y been digitized.

Next was Buddy. We found Buddy in our closed-in backyard. Looking at his teeth, he seemed to be about 6 yo. When he was 16, he was diagnosed with inoperable cancer and we were told he had less than a month to live. He wasn't in pain, so we decided not to put him down until we had to. He lived 6 more years (to be 22!). Personality wise, he was Falstaff from Shakespeare.

(Though primarily a comic figure, Falstaff still embodies a kind of depth common to Shakespeare's major characters. A fat, vain, boastful, and cowardly knight, he spends most of his time drinking at the Boar's Head Inn with petty criminals, living on stolen or borrowed money....Wikipedia)




Next was Abby, a 12 yo GSP when we got her from the pound. She had hip problems from some shotgun pellets in her rump. We had her several years when she jumped off the bed and broke her leg. Doc said she was riddled with bone cancer. We told him not to let her wake up.

Then we got Hagrid. My wife named him and I thought "oooooh=a nice Germanic name for a hunter". Turns out, he was the big, dark, gentle, giant in Harry Potter. Our Hagrid lives up to his namesake! He has numerous fat tumors and is 12+ (since he came from the pound, we don't know)



Then came Shiloh, our psycho. He has the typical "little man syndrome" or "Wyatt Earp syndrome". Nasty and wants to fight everyone. Age unknown; he was about 2 yo when we got him from the pound. Here he is with Hagrid:



Finally, is Pasha. Our female GSP, also a pound puppy. Appears about6 and is a troublemaker (and Daddy's Girl) :

Great action photos, with that post, Watchdog! I have two that do the very same. And very good of you to read each post and comment. Your forum name says it all!

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10-4 on the jumping/falling.

My major concern is to keep from stepping on her. She follows me around like a little puppy dog... (go figure, right? ) No hard soled shoes in this house for a while.

Then:


Now:


She's 85lbs and still lets an 8lb cat walk all over her.

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Dixie looks like a dog that's fun to have around, fun to play with...but still small enough to snuggle in your lap when you just want to relax. I like that jaunty little tail curved up over her back. I know she's a good girl.

Ever hear that expression, "Dogging my footsteps"? There's no mystery as to where it came from.

I have always wondered the origins of the expression "working like a dog?" Maybe in bygone days when old sayings were being developed dogs were hard workers? I think this picture is par for the course in today's world.

However my 12 years old still sings this song from his Sesame Street days (view wit caution, this will stick in your head). I guess it all depends on the dog!

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All your dogs were/are beautiful.

Buddy seems to have lived a charmed life, and to have made it to 22 (!!) is incredible, and probably a testament to his own hardiness and the love you gave him.

Thanks for posting your dogs' photographs.

Thank you.

Regarding my commenting on all the posts, I look at it this way. I started the thread in hopes of bringing some smiles and fond memories to forum members. Members have been kind enough to respond with their photographs, thoughts, anecdotes, and memories of their Best Friends.

I may have missed commenting on posts by someone...but I'll get there.

I took this picture because I don't know how he figures out which leg is which and which one goes where. I know I'd be tripping over myself if I were to get up from that

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Here's Charlie at ten weeks and now at 9 years. He's a very special friend.

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Here is the oldest dog we now have. She's about 5 years old now and spoiled rotten. She is supposed to be my daughter's dog, but she stays with my wife and I about 75% of the time because of both of them working.

This is then, Kira when she was around 4-6 months old if I remember right:


And this is Kira last year after she turned 4 years old. She hasn't changed much since this pic was taken:


We also have another dog that was a pound rescue dog and is a live wire. His name is Reno and he was named by the inmates at the Iberia Parish Correctional Facility, which happens to be next door to the Parish pound facility. This is Reno not too long after he was adopted:


And this pic is also about a year old, like the second picture of Kira:


And Watchdog, your Rotts are beautiful man! I used to raise Rotts back in the 80's and they are really wonderful and extremely smart dogs. My first Rott, Elkie, was about the smartest dog I ever saw and could train her to do almost anything. I even trained her to retrieve and she would duck hunt with me. She was my Rottreiver.

This is the first Border Collie that we have ever owned. Her sire was an ever-present source of entertainment at a buddy's saddle shop, and we were so taken by his intelligence and personality that we paid for pick of the litter when they were going to breed him.

She has been one of the best dogs that I have ever been around. She is protective, loving, and ever watchful of the horses. She has enough energy for 3 full dogs, yet she is very sedate in the house. If we are discussing intellect, this dog wouldn't change light bulbs, she would rewire the house to new NEC codes

My wife never was allowed a dog growing up, but having experienced this Border Collie, she will not go without ever again!

Many thanks to all for the posters here, I needed a break from the rest of the world

And here is another gratuitous dog pic

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Her intellect shines through in her photographs.

Oh, and there are no gratuitous dog pics.

Any chance she recently had a litter of puppies in Tennessee?

Haha, that's an excellent question looking at those two! I can assure you though that didn't happen. That is a great looking pup, hope you have many happy years together.

A local bride decided to forget about floral bouquets and use puppies instead, in hopes of getting them adopted. I do believe it worked.

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What a great idea.

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Couple of photos of my best friend ever Zoey. I got her at 8 weeks. The 3rd photo is at 7 years young.
I lost her last fall due to a vascular event... I miss her every day.
Thanks for letting me share.

Great photos and stories, please keep them coming!

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Beautiful photographs of a beautiful girl. This one got to me...had to get up and walk away from the keyboard for a few minutes. I'm so sorry about Zoey, but thank you for showing her to us.