Show us your dog!

Here's Rita the whippet earlier this month.

We never planned on being involved with dog shows... but the kennel owner asked if we would be willing to have her shown when we got her. Not knowing anything about what it entailed, I said yes.

Fortunately, a friend of ours had shown dogs before and said that she'd love to show her.

It's been fun and a chance to get out of town and do something different on the weekends.

 
We had a G.P. (Bear). He was a passionate watch dog but a kind soul. He was definitely my dog and lived be with me. That dog would shed a poodle every day. The white hair balls raised h*ll with our deep red carpeting and vacuum cleaners!

Your picture sparked some very fond memories of our amazing Bear.

Gunter is a magnificent looking boy!

Gunter has no idea he's a great pyrenees. They are bred to protect sheep from bear and wolf attack. Gunter runs from grass hoppers and butterflies. He was pretty badly abused before I got him. For the first month I had him I couldn't raise my hands over my shoulders. He would cringe and run away. He is a very gentle soul but no guard dog.
 
Update on Gracie's pups.

His cousin Gracie, a 6-year-old toy Aussie. This is an older shot. She will give birth to a litter sometime this week, possibly today.
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We have been busy today. Gracie was having trouble with her first pup; it had a very big head, and stayed in the birth canal for over an hour before we finally pulled it for her. We had to rub her up a bit to keep her from foundering.

The second, a male, was quite a bit smaller and was having trouble getting his breath until Shelly sucked out his nostrils. This is pretty unappetizing; I would not look forward to it, but Shelly assures me I would do it to save the life of a pup. I didn't dare disagree with her, so I guess I would. For a little while we were both rubbing pups to get them moving.

The last two came pretty easily, so we have four new pups, two F and two M. I was hoping to get out on a motorcycle today, but this trumps it.
 
I gotta ask, how much does it cost to feed her?

She's on a raw diet. She only eats raw beef, ribs, liver and chicken (bones and all). She gets a pound in the morning and a pound at night (some days I'm jealous of what ends up in her bowl). None of the fillers or additives found in even premium dog foods. Her B.M's are tiny I mean purse-dog sized. It totally works for her.

I would imagine it would take at least 3 pounds of dog food to give her what she gets in 2 pounds of raw. Cost-wise, probably very close to a premium kibble.
 
My second Akita, Kudjo. He is eight years old and will probably be my last dog, I'm getting a little long in the tooth to be thinking about another one. If I do it will be another Akita.
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I never envisioned liking a small 'girly" dog. My wife brought Mini Cooper the black one home one day 4 years ago and declared it was her money her dog... "deal with it" :eek::eek:
He has really grown on me as he is our "house" deer hunter. We sit out in the back room and watch the deer together in the backyard. He even comes and gets me when they come into the yard. He is very athletic...and a bit of a ham.

Mini Cooper or Cooper or usually just Coop

 
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Wish I still had a picture of the used mint green 1975 AMC Pacer I bought while drunk many years ago.

That bowwow had 110 degrees of play in the rack-and-pinion steering by the time the engine blew up.

Hey, I said I was drunk at the time.

Unfortunately I also don't have a shot of Moose, my 15-pound rat terrier rescue dog, but he's a real keeper.
 
Our little lady, Gizmo. She is a Pomeranian and Yorkshire mix.

We live on a small acreage place and she keeps are the animals in line. You should see the deer give her weird looks when she gets to barking.:cool:
 

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This is Buster waiting for someone to play football with him. When my wife brought him home from the pound, he barely was 25 pounds and about 1 year old. Vet wasn't sure he would make it to the end of the week. He now weighs 73 pounds.
 
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