Willie! Going on 12 years old. A very sweet boy.
National Dog Day
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Our twenty something year progression with a pair of Tibetan Mastiffs.........just wonderful pooches. They would have enjoyed National Dog Day as much as they enjoyed watching the Westminster Dog Show. Both were 100 pounders.
Stu
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Of course dogs know when you're talking to them. Most who have been around humans a lot understand more English than some kids. They just don't like letting on that they understand. Gives them an edge.
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My last has been gone for many years now. Partly because there will never be another like her and partly because I moved into town and a much smaller home with a small yard. While I love all dogs I am a big dog guy and I just don't have a big enough yard for them to run much. Sasha was a Wolf Husky hybrid and she was the smartest dog I've ever owned. While Sasha was incredibly strong and hardheaded she was also incredibly gentle with the indoor cats that were her "brothers & sisters". I miss her everyday. Poor picture of a picture.
I usually get my daily dog fix from the photos and stories you folks provide and for that I am very grateful.
I usually get my daily dog fix from the photos and stories you folks provide and for that I am very grateful.
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Lily is a 2-1/2 year old Australian Shepherd/Heeler mix. Here she poses in front of a photo of her predecessor, Ladysmith, with our 2 Norwegian Fjord horses.
When Lily engages her begging eyes, treats are generally forthcoming.
When Lily engages her begging eyes, treats are generally forthcoming.
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A little late-I frequently dog sit my younger son and his wife's two pups. Nugget is a 6 month old who's mom is a Sharpei/French Bulldog mix and dad is a Bull Terrier. Burgie is 4.5 yrs and like a dachshund but with longer legs lol. They are awesome pups and love my big backyard.
All the dog photos are great! Kudos to the OP...
I've really enjoyed this thread. No bickering and no vitrol; just expressions of love and appreciations for companionship and loyalty. The only bad thing about about K9's is they don't live long enough.
Some of the finest folks I've ever met are dog owners and shooters/hunters.
I've really enjoyed this thread. No bickering and no vitrol; just expressions of love and appreciations for companionship and loyalty. The only bad thing about about K9's is they don't live long enough.
Some of the finest folks I've ever met are dog owners and shooters/hunters.
Aint that the truth. Every time I lose one it kills me, and I swear that's it, never again. The next day I'm searching for another.
Last week camping at a small nearby reservoir...
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In my family we've always gotten another collie puppy after losing one. When I moved out into the country I had to wait a little over a year because I had just started a new job the day after losing Aristotle, You'd be surprised how much a little puppy helps the hurt. You'll still miss your pet but the little one eases the pain. When I lost Alexander 3 years ago I was extremely distraught. I was retired, lived alone, my friends were moving away and my little house became very big and lonely. I started looking on line and the price of collie puppies in NY was between $1500 and $4800. I went to Puppies.com and found a breeder about 211 mile south of me in Pennsylvania that had a litter of 5 for $500 apiece. I bought two. Got them exactly 4 weeks after losing Alex. Never in my life had I ever had two puppies at the same time. Now I know why, lol. I'm getting up there in years and figured that this was my last chance. I never regretted the choice.... even with the $9500 weekend emergency surgery that one time. Even when they are old and gray they will always be my baby boys. And I don't care whoever thinks that there is something wrong with that.
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Dad and Duke had 14 years of adventures together. Hunting, fishing, camping and just walking in the woods together. Til the day they took that Last Walk in the woods and only Dad came home. It was rough on him, and he said, "No more dogs."
Fast forward a couple years and my mother asks to get a dog. Her Christmas present that year was a literal handful of a Beagle. That refers to both her size at the time and her personality in life. I never met a dog with more personality than Lucy. She was my mom's dog not his, but my dad loved her just as much as he did Duke. When she eventually wore out too, they had to put her down. "No more dogs."
Fast forward a few years and my mother's friend passes away. None of her kids wanted Sophie, her mini schnauzer rescue pup. Sophie was the opposite of Lucy, she had no personality. She didn't seem to understand the concept of play. She had been beaten before my mother's friend had adopted her and for her whole life, she would skitter out of the kitchen if you picked up a spoon or a spatula while cooking. me and my father both agreed what would happen if we ever found her original owner. When my mother passed, we were a mess. Including Sophie. She slowly spiraled down and six months later my father had her put down. You got it. "No more dogs." This time he meant it.
In the years afterward, every time I mentioned getting a dog his eyes would tear up and he would say, "I just can't." Wasn't long after he began to go downhill. It's terrible what time does to a man. I often wonder if his decline would have been as steep if he had had that constant companion, but he had seen enough loss and was terrified of it happening again.
What dogs do for us can never be repaid. No amount of doggy spa days, gluten free organic dog food, and the best rawhide bones can equal the simple act of loving with all your heart, every minute of the day and night. they deserve a month instead of just a day.
I don't have a dog, but I'm sure Goose the cat would agree with me, if he gave a damn about stinky dogs. Uggghhhh.
So, I say to all of the truly boon companions pictured in this thread: Thank you. Good doggy. Good doggy.
Fast forward a couple years and my mother asks to get a dog. Her Christmas present that year was a literal handful of a Beagle. That refers to both her size at the time and her personality in life. I never met a dog with more personality than Lucy. She was my mom's dog not his, but my dad loved her just as much as he did Duke. When she eventually wore out too, they had to put her down. "No more dogs."
Fast forward a few years and my mother's friend passes away. None of her kids wanted Sophie, her mini schnauzer rescue pup. Sophie was the opposite of Lucy, she had no personality. She didn't seem to understand the concept of play. She had been beaten before my mother's friend had adopted her and for her whole life, she would skitter out of the kitchen if you picked up a spoon or a spatula while cooking. me and my father both agreed what would happen if we ever found her original owner. When my mother passed, we were a mess. Including Sophie. She slowly spiraled down and six months later my father had her put down. You got it. "No more dogs." This time he meant it.
In the years afterward, every time I mentioned getting a dog his eyes would tear up and he would say, "I just can't." Wasn't long after he began to go downhill. It's terrible what time does to a man. I often wonder if his decline would have been as steep if he had had that constant companion, but he had seen enough loss and was terrified of it happening again.
What dogs do for us can never be repaid. No amount of doggy spa days, gluten free organic dog food, and the best rawhide bones can equal the simple act of loving with all your heart, every minute of the day and night. they deserve a month instead of just a day.
I don't have a dog, but I'm sure Goose the cat would agree with me, if he gave a damn about stinky dogs. Uggghhhh.
So, I say to all of the truly boon companions pictured in this thread: Thank you. Good doggy. Good doggy.
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When our first Grey had to be put down as she had pancreatic cancer my late wife said no more dogs. My gun show friend that we got her from( he was Greyhound rescue) told us to get another. Well we talked about it and ended up going to the kennel at the track in JAX. We knew one lady from going to reunions and she took us in the back. Wife wanted another female so lady let one out of her cage and she went absolutely wild running around. Wife asked to see another. Lady said all we have is Passinggear . He was stretched out in his cage looking at us. When his cage was opened he walked up to us, jumped up and gave wife a big kiss then me. Wife and I looked at each other and said we'll take him. Best dog we Ever had. As usual with Greys they dont live long and his kidneys gave out so he had to be put down. Hardest thing we ever did but our vet was wonderful.First was Kara the black and white, second was gear, champaign brendel.
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