Let's See Some Dogs !

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Here is Josie, our rescue dog. She is about 2 years old and had a rough life before we got her. She's a sweet dog but has problems we are working out. She is super shy and a challange to train. She is pottie trained but otherwise grabs her treats and runs away with them. I think she was in an environment where she was low dog and may have had a bit of abuse. All that aside she is a pleasure to have around.:D

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What a pretty girl. My dogs used to take their treats and move away from me, especially Beau. I believe he wanted me to play chase-me with him. When I didn't fall for it, he soon just stayed close by to eat his Milk Bone.
 
My final dog, the late, great Moose, had been abandoned and left alone for two weeks before I rescued him. I would put down food for him; but if I left to go somewhere, he would wait till I returned home to eat.

He seemed to think he'd better save the food in case I didn't return.

It nearly broke my heart, but I understood it.
 
My grandson and his dog Sadie.... My other grandson,,,yes they are twins, with Freyja
 

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It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of
my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life
gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all the
components of my heart will be dog, and I will try to become
as generous, and loving as they are.
 
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Outstanding! Can't hit the "Like" button enough for this.

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Yes they will! ;)
 
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It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of
my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life
gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all the
components of my heart will be dog, and I will try to become
as generous, and loving as they are.

That is a beautiful sentiment. Thank you.
 
Every time I think this is going away , somebody posts again . REM 2000 , I could't have said it any better . Every time I lose one , it seems like a little piece of me goes away too . I am not one of those that say " I'm not ready yet." I have one in a very short period . I have a wife and daughter that mean the world to me , but there's something about a dog to share your life with , and nothing else fills that void for me .
 
Every time I think this is going away , somebody posts again . REM 2000 , I could't have said it any better . Every time I lose one , it seems like a little piece of me goes away too . I am not one of those that say " I'm not ready yet." I have one in a very short period . I have a wife and daughter that mean the world to me , but there's something about a dog to share your life with , and nothing else fills that void for me .

My final dog--I'm no longer physically able to care for one properly--was a little middle-aged rat terrier rescue I named Moose. He had been abandoned and left alone for two weeks before he adopted me. He lived with me for seven years.

When the wheels came off my health two years ago, he was miserable and frightened every time I had to be hospitalized and others had to care for him. He was baffled, scared and angry that he didn't have his happy life anymore. His confusion and unhappiness broke my heart.

Finally I had to send him to live with a woman friend who loved him dearly and was raising a little grandson for him to play with. He settled in well, after a little time to adjust.

I grieved hard for having to give him up. I grieved more recently, when I learned that the Mighty Moose had died peacefully in his sleep, of old age. Now I have a cat I love and who will almost certainly outlive me. But Moose left a huge, aching hole in my life, and I'm choked up badly as I write this.

Part of the grief comes from knowing that there can never be another dog to give me his heart and his devotion. I will always be partly incomplete for whatever time I have left.

Now there are tears. Moose was worth it.
 
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This is Honey Bear, a 12 year old Puggle. My now daughter in law got her as a pup. After she and my son married HB as I call her, became an equal member of the family.

During my son's second deployment his now wife met him in Barcelona for two weeks. I took care of the pooch. She's a real mix of the beagle and pug with many traits of each breed. She's especially vocal and has the beagle "bay". I had to teach her something as a trick while I had her so it became the "baroo" whenever she's told to speak LOL.

She's also one of the very few small dogs (besides puppies) that Ziva likes-well more like loves lol.


 
This is Honey Bear, a 12 year old Puggle.

She's also one of the very few small dogs (besides puppies) that Ziva likes-well more like loves lol.


Pretty little girl. I see more Beagle than Pug, except for the paws. And those eyes, maybe.

Not surprised Ziva likes her...or at least tolerates her. Rottweilers are usually very adaptable when it comes to having a strange dog in the household. A day or so, and they're buddies.

Good for you, taking care of little Honey Bear.
 
Odin protecting one of his humans.

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The person in this photo is doing something I do every day. Maybe laying on the couch reading, or whatever, and just reach out and put a hand on a dog. And the dog leans into me. It's an unconscious move on my part. It's oddly comforting, and anchors me in the moment.

This is a nice photo. Beautiful dog. Odin. A god.
 
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