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I don't think the deer out back was loving him. Ben didn't bark or lunge, but boy howdy he was interested!
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Here are my two watching TV Daisy and Pinto Bean.
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Abby leaps onto the deck
Abby has just been to the vet who declared she is about one year old and in perfect health.
Here she is leaping onto the deck!
I couldn't agree more with those who have mentioned how good it is to have a dog (or two). My wife is so much happier now that she has Abby and so am I. We plan to have dogs with us until it is just impossible for us to do so anymore and still be fair to them as far as providing decent care for them.
The day I can't have a dog anymore will be a very sad day for me.
Abby has just been to the vet who declared she is about one year old and in perfect health.
Here she is leaping onto the deck!
I couldn't agree more with those who have mentioned how good it is to have a dog (or two). My wife is so much happier now that she has Abby and so am I. We plan to have dogs with us until it is just impossible for us to do so anymore and still be fair to them as far as providing decent care for them.
The day I can't have a dog anymore will be a very sad day for me.
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This is the newest addition to the pack.
Her name is Minnie. I think she is standard Chuhuahua, but she probably has a little something else thrown in there.
I think she is 7 or 8 months at this point.
Minnie seems to have made herself right at home. I wish you many many happy years with her.
I have put off posting these pictures of Joe, who I always refer to as our "superdog." I called him that because he was perfect from the get-go. He was a mix between a pit bull and an Australian cattle dog. He got his blue eyes from his mother, the Aussie.
Joe never messed up, even when we got him as a 9-month-old puppy from some friends whose landlord would not permit anything that vaguely resembled a Pitty. He learned every essential command quickly, and was a perfect loving guardian. He terrorized the mailman, but in actuality, once we accepted someone into our house, he was friendly and nice to them. I think of all the dogs we ever owned, he was probably the most special. When we would have group meetings at our house, like high school reunion committees, he fit right in, greeted everybody, and laid at my feet throughout the discussions. Everybody loved him, and some even brought him Christmas presents! We felt comfortable leaving him in charge of the house for as much as a week (with sufficient dry dog food and water), and knew that he would protect the premises with his life if necessary until we returned.
He lived to be 11 years old, and in his final year, cancer finally got the better of him. I still get tears in my eyes when I recall the day we had to put him down - May 2 of last year.
His ashes sit in our living room on a shelf, and each night and morning I give the little box a pat, tell him good morning and good night and that I will always love him. It seems his spirit still seems to fill the house. Joe was special.
John
(After his first encounter with a scorpion as a puppy)
As long as I live, I will miss Joe...
Joe never messed up, even when we got him as a 9-month-old puppy from some friends whose landlord would not permit anything that vaguely resembled a Pitty. He learned every essential command quickly, and was a perfect loving guardian. He terrorized the mailman, but in actuality, once we accepted someone into our house, he was friendly and nice to them. I think of all the dogs we ever owned, he was probably the most special. When we would have group meetings at our house, like high school reunion committees, he fit right in, greeted everybody, and laid at my feet throughout the discussions. Everybody loved him, and some even brought him Christmas presents! We felt comfortable leaving him in charge of the house for as much as a week (with sufficient dry dog food and water), and knew that he would protect the premises with his life if necessary until we returned.
He lived to be 11 years old, and in his final year, cancer finally got the better of him. I still get tears in my eyes when I recall the day we had to put him down - May 2 of last year.
His ashes sit in our living room on a shelf, and each night and morning I give the little box a pat, tell him good morning and good night and that I will always love him. It seems his spirit still seems to fill the house. Joe was special.
John
(After his first encounter with a scorpion as a puppy)
As long as I live, I will miss Joe...
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Our little girl Kayla as a puppy.
Here she is later in life watching us under the house.
A happy walk by the beach with mommy and daddy in an agapantha bloom.
We lost her in December after almost 13 years.
So, sad and lost, we sniffed about the pound and found our new little buddy Sammy.
Skin and bones, but we've had her two weeks and she's gained 5# so far.
Such a sweet and mellow dog!
She's 4, has had a litter and was found wandering in Pacifica by a friend of mine. My friend gave her a meal and a bath and called the SPCA. They took her in, de-wormed her, spade her and nursed her to health and then a foster family.
I shagged her down through the foster program and we met and took her home.
I am convinced someone abused her. She's shy and won't come when you call her, not right away at least. Also, she's an escape artist worthy of the name Houdini.
She escaped from me while I was at my mother's house recently and I gave chase, but she's got jets! She even ran into a car's front bumper as it was skidding to a stop - rolled her, the she was off again.
I chased her down to a golf course and the trail vanished.
Two days later a lady called me to say my dog was in her backyard! She's got 8' fencing to keep out the coyotes from the golf course, but my dog was in her yard playing with her dogs!
So, I shot over there and collected her, gave the lady some home made blackberry jam (I picked the berries, wife made the jam) and offered a reward which she refused. I'll send a thank you card with some movie passes.
So, we got home, Sammy got fed and a bath, and here she is contrite after the ordeal.
She was thrilled to be home and I pray we can get her to want to stay and not escape. If so, she'll be a great dog.
Here she is later in life watching us under the house.
A happy walk by the beach with mommy and daddy in an agapantha bloom.
We lost her in December after almost 13 years.
So, sad and lost, we sniffed about the pound and found our new little buddy Sammy.
Skin and bones, but we've had her two weeks and she's gained 5# so far.
Such a sweet and mellow dog!
She's 4, has had a litter and was found wandering in Pacifica by a friend of mine. My friend gave her a meal and a bath and called the SPCA. They took her in, de-wormed her, spade her and nursed her to health and then a foster family.
I shagged her down through the foster program and we met and took her home.
I am convinced someone abused her. She's shy and won't come when you call her, not right away at least. Also, she's an escape artist worthy of the name Houdini.
She escaped from me while I was at my mother's house recently and I gave chase, but she's got jets! She even ran into a car's front bumper as it was skidding to a stop - rolled her, the she was off again.
I chased her down to a golf course and the trail vanished.
Two days later a lady called me to say my dog was in her backyard! She's got 8' fencing to keep out the coyotes from the golf course, but my dog was in her yard playing with her dogs!
So, I shot over there and collected her, gave the lady some home made blackberry jam (I picked the berries, wife made the jam) and offered a reward which she refused. I'll send a thank you card with some movie passes.
So, we got home, Sammy got fed and a bath, and here she is contrite after the ordeal.
She was thrilled to be home and I pray we can get her to want to stay and not escape. If so, she'll be a great dog.
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Sid
Sid was already old when I photographed him in July of 2011. He lived with a dear friend of mine; she'd raised him from a puppy. I'd photographed him many times with film, but these and a few more images are the only ones I have access to right now.
His funny ear and the intense way he had of looking at you endeared him to everyone he met.
Sid finally passed away at the age of fourteen, cradled in my friend Anna's arms. The years finally caught up to him, as they do for us all. He'd had a long and happy life (they're never long enough, though, are they?), and was friends with some of my previous Rottweilers.
He was a very good dog.
Sid was already old when I photographed him in July of 2011. He lived with a dear friend of mine; she'd raised him from a puppy. I'd photographed him many times with film, but these and a few more images are the only ones I have access to right now.
His funny ear and the intense way he had of looking at you endeared him to everyone he met.
Sid finally passed away at the age of fourteen, cradled in my friend Anna's arms. The years finally caught up to him, as they do for us all. He'd had a long and happy life (they're never long enough, though, are they?), and was friends with some of my previous Rottweilers.
He was a very good dog.
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In the spirit of this thread
Don't yell at your dogs—especially if you out in the wild in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness! From my local paper:
SLED DOG RACING
Dogs quit, leader passed
Musher Nicolas Petit lost a huge lead in the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race on Monday when his dog team refused to keep going after he yelled at one of the animals. A dog named Joey had been fighting with another dog on the team and jumped it during a break on the way to the Being Sea checkpoint of Koyuk. Several mushers passed Petit's team on the trail, erasing his five-hour lead in the race. Pete Kaiser of Alaska was the first musher into Koyuk, followed 11 minutes later by defending champion Joar Ulsom of Norway. The checkpoint is 827 miles into the 1,000-mile race across Alaska.
Don't yell at your dogs—especially if you out in the wild in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness! From my local paper:
SLED DOG RACING
Dogs quit, leader passed
Musher Nicolas Petit lost a huge lead in the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race on Monday when his dog team refused to keep going after he yelled at one of the animals. A dog named Joey had been fighting with another dog on the team and jumped it during a break on the way to the Being Sea checkpoint of Koyuk. Several mushers passed Petit's team on the trail, erasing his five-hour lead in the race. Pete Kaiser of Alaska was the first musher into Koyuk, followed 11 minutes later by defending champion Joar Ulsom of Norway. The checkpoint is 827 miles into the 1,000-mile race across Alaska.
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Without making a long, drawn out comment about this, I'll just say that the dogs running the Iditarod are stressed to the max. During a rest stop or other break, that stress sometimes reaches the boiling point.
They're working dogs. Any working dogs that are well trained know their job and they do it well. They have a low tolerance for B.S. Unlike people, they can't walk off the job. So they just quit in harness. Serves the guy right.
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