Reasons to Kill your Puppy

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#1 Your taking a nice hot shower when a cold nose touches your........
#2 You have to get up at 2am to play ball.
#3 You find a pair of your underwear in the yard.
#4 Your CPAP mask is the best chew toy in the house.
#5 Tree limbs fit through the doggy door.
#6 Everything in the house has been bite tested. (including me)

Thats enough for now, we're off to puppy training.
 

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My girlfriend has a 45 lbs female pit mix. She is attached to my hip and follows me everywhere. If I'm sitting on the couch, she is on my lap. If I stop petting her, then she'll start licking my leg, arm, or hand. At least she farts a lot, so it's easy for me to blame the dog when I'm watching TV with my girlfriend.
 
This guy was 120lbs at 9 months and was pretty much convinced I was a chew toy.
As well as sofa cushions, toilet seats, blankets, towels, pillows, any and all footwear.
He's 6 now and crazy as it sounds, I sort of miss it.
 
In reading your "lead-in" to your thread, my first thought was, "KILL a PUPPY" !?? must have ate the man's favorite S&W.

Judging from that stick you have leaned against the basket rack, you got things under control.
 
#1 Your taking a nice hot shower when a cold nose touches your........
#2 You have to get up at 2am to play ball.
#3 You find a pair of your underwear in the yard.
#4 Your CPAP mask is the best chew toy in the house.
#5 Tree limbs fit through the doggy door.
#6 Everything in the house has been bite tested. (including me)

Thats enough for now, we're off to puppy training.

James, how old is your pup? Is he a Shepard?
 
I have a pound puppy, the shelter said the little girl was 1 1/2 year old. No she was younger maybe a year still a pup. she is my dog and took me over. I am her chew toy, she keeps my hands , face and ears clean. she has inside toys, balls and rubber bone and chew toys, out side she found my hickory smoking chunks, chews on them and carries them around. at night she sleep next to me and she snores. I woke up the other night to the sound of snoring, I thought is was my wife, but it was the dog. Now I guess it's a visit to the vet to get the dog a C-pap machine. but she is a cute mid sized dog.
 
OP's #1, doggies do what doggies do

An old story that was one of my Dad's favorites.

Jonnie returned to school after a 3 day absence. The teacher asked for an explanation.

Jonnie said "you see teacher, my daddy sleeps in the nude".

"Stop right there" said the teacher, "I don't need to know about you family's sleeping habits, just tell me why you weren't in school."

"If you wanna know why, I gotta start at the start" insisted Jonnie.

"Well if you must, just be quick" she stated.

"My daddy sleeps in the nude & the other night while we were all asleep, sump'en stirred up a big ruckus in the hen house. He jumped up, grabbed his shot gun, & ran out real quick so he could catch the chicken steal'en varmint in the act. He got down on all fours & stuck the shot gun & his head into the little chicken door so he could see inside. Now I wanna tell you, my doggy has a real cold nose."

"We all been pluck'en chickens ever since."
 
A furry angel

We were staying at a military receation area-my son went to the MP office to check in equipment and came back telling us that they had a little lost or dumped dog at the station-he had been there 8 days and they were going to take him to the humane society-My wife was dying of cancer and didn't want an additional dog. My son was on leave and coudn't take him. When we got ready to depart the rec area my wife went with my son to the office-and came back with the dog-a miniature long haired Dauchshund-9-10 months old-
Returning home my wife became bed ridden-that little dog would not leave her side-except to eat and go out-He would watch the nursing people-never bark or growl-he sits up if you just look at him.
About six weeks later my wife was in the hospital-on morphine-she required 24-7 care-we were preparing to take her to hospice-I leaned down close and told her we were taking her to a care facility-and stated "and you know what? they said little dog can come and stay with you!" She grinned-then passed away.
Its been a little over a year now-and since I'm moving to an isolated country hide-away I've adopted a couple big dogs too-and I have a number of cats- Little dog controls the pack!
 
We were staying at a military receation area-my son went to the MP office to check in equipment and came back telling us that they had a little lost or dumped dog at the station-he had been there 8 days and they were going to take him to the humane society-My wife was dying of cancer and didn't want an additional dog. My son was on leave and coudn't take him. When we got ready to depart the rec area my wife went with my son to the office-and came back with the dog-a miniature long haired Dauchshund-9-10 months old-
Returning home my wife became bed ridden-that little dog would not leave her side-except to eat and go out-He would watch the nursing people-never bark or growl-he sits up if you just look at him.
About six weeks later my wife was in the hospital-on morphine-she required 24-7 care-we were preparing to take her to hospice-I leaned down close and told her we were taking her to a care facility-and stated "and you know what? they said little dog can come and stay with you!" She grinned-then passed away.
Its been a little over a year now-and since I'm moving to an isolated country hide-away I've adopted a couple big dogs too-and I have a number of cats- Little dog controls the pack!

That is a beautiful story. Your wife would be so happy with how you are living your life. I hope you are well.

Frank
 
The baby Rottie....

I don't know what to think about these dog owners that will not give their poor puppies real toys, leaving the puppy nothing to chew on but old shoes and soon to be discarded furniture.

The 'baby' Rottie has toys galore and two other dogs to play with but she still want's other excitement and though she's aggravating as you know what, she is so comical. She drags in the biggest branches she can find in the back yard and proceeds to pulverize them into tiny pieces. I tell her to get out of my bed and she takes that as an opportunity to wrestle and play bite. I end up moving her bodily. In fact she interprets every move as an invitation to play and being a Rottie, won't be convinced otherwise. Most stubborn mutt I ever met in my life.
 
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How about, The damn border collie got ahold of the formal dining table, that your grandparents gave your parents for a wedding present in 1946, and chewed the legs until they were completely void of any finish, and looked like something on the floor of a lumber mill. The dog was lucky, we were in the city limits, so I couldn't just drag her out in the yard and shoot her. I did drag her to the table, and shoved her nose in the splinters of what was left of one of the legs, and proceeded to beat her with my open palm on both ends. She never whimpered a bit. But she learned two lessons that day. 1- She never chewed the furniture again. 2-She was never going to take a beating like that again. If I overreacted to her sudden barking or something, and stood over her with a raised voice and pointing or grabbing her, she would cower against the wall and growl at me. I knew when she did that, that I didn't need to be that aggressive with her. She was my buddy over 13 years after the table incident. She's been gone now about 16 months. I miss her.
 
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I still wish you'd change the thread title, JL, but in the spirit of sharing reasons to be exasperated with a puppy:

1. For gobbling up what the cat left behind in your yard, and being so overjoyed about it that puppy wants to come lick owner all over the face.

2. For gobbling up whatever hits the kitchen floor, including non-food items like mom's dropped medication.

3. For notifying owner to let puppy back inside by scratching frantically at the wooden doorjamb.

4. For the front door jailbreak.

5. For seeming perfectly happy to lie down and enjoy the car ride, until at its conclusion owner finds that puppy has peed on the (covered, thankfully) seat and lain in it.

6. For chewing Mama's shoes, starting with the most expensive pairs and not seeming to associate the whuppin' with the act of chewing the shoes.

7. For chewing the power cord to the refrigerator in half and not being electrocuted in the process. (I still haven't figured that one out.)

8. For chewing the cover off of a baseball and swallowing it, unbeknownst to owner, and not revealing it until the next day while riding on a ferry and being walked around on deck for "fresh air" in front of the other passengers. (The term "hanging curve ball" comes to mind.)

9. For having an appetite for socks. (Side benefit: dad picks up his socks now.)

10. For being the only puppy at the vet who thinks the right way to get on the scale is to hunch down on stomach and drag puppy's self across the floor and onto the scale.

I could go on, but I might make someone decide not to get a dog, and that's not my intention. :)
 
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