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Yes, unlike her (we're guessing) brother, who was wondering with her that we couldn't catch.
Today Is National Puppy Day! Let's See Yours - Then and Now!
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Yes, unlike her (we're guessing) brother, who was wondering with her that we couldn't catch.
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Unfortunately I got my sweet girl when she was a young adult but now at 6 she still acts like a pup whenever we get company or are outside playing. Hope it's acceptable to post up her pic, though it's of her in a more relaxed moment.
I wouldn't consider that unfortunate at all. Four of our five current dogs came to us at least 2 years old and one of them was 7 when we got him from the shelter and the bond with each is equally strong. That's the beauty of the human/canine relationship.
All 4 of our rescue dogs were either abandoned or dumped at the shelter and there's no telling what they have been through in their past environments. Unlike most people, dogs truly forgive and forget things that happen in the past.
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I don't know. I don't want to know.
Here is my contribution: Molly is a true rescue. Not from a shelter, but from the desert brush north of Phoenix. Found her while on horseback and brought her back across the front of a saddle. Now she's a year and a half and would be a struggle to get her up on a horse now.
Surely no one abandoned this beautiful dog as a puppy? She must have run away or gotten lost?
She looks like a mix of either Bluetick/Black and Tan Coonhound or Dalmatian/Black and Tan. Or maybe even Walker/Black and Tan. Has her vet ever given an opinion on her heritage?
How fortunate for the both of you that you found her! What a beautiful girl.
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She is a sweetheart!
Mattie Jo is a 'save' from a meth lab explosion in a small No. Arizona town. The 'breeders?' were also making meth for the local trade. The explosion disabled the mother dog and slightly injured the four puppies at the age of 3 weeks. The mother dog could no longer nurse the puppies. The local animal control guy was an acquaintance of mine from a LEO shooting class. He called me and asked if I wanted to take on a 'special' save. He emailed me pictures and of course we said yes. The idiots had placed a rubber band on one puppy's tail for cropping. They only did that to one puppy and that one became Mattie. Except they did it when the she was 2 wks. old, not 1 day old. I got the puppy and we figured the tail stub was about 24 hours from gangrene. My Vet agreed that the tail could not be saved and with that the tail crop became an amputation. So, several hundred dollars later Mattie had the nice looking tail crop that you see. We saved her and then saved her life.
She was 'raised' from the age of 4 weeks by our 13 yo. Shih Tzu and our 3 yo. Yorkie/Fox Terrier mix. Mattie loves those two little dogs and will not tolerate any size dog whatsoever giving one of them any gruff. .....
Mattie Jo is a 'save' from a meth lab explosion in a small No. Arizona town. The 'breeders?' were also making meth for the local trade. The explosion disabled the mother dog and slightly injured the four puppies at the age of 3 weeks. The mother dog could no longer nurse the puppies. The local animal control guy was an acquaintance of mine from a LEO shooting class. He called me and asked if I wanted to take on a 'special' save. He emailed me pictures and of course we said yes. The idiots had placed a rubber band on one puppy's tail for cropping. They only did that to one puppy and that one became Mattie. Except they did it when the she was 2 wks. old, not 1 day old. I got the puppy and we figured the tail stub was about 24 hours from gangrene. My Vet agreed that the tail could not be saved and with that the tail crop became an amputation. So, several hundred dollars later Mattie had the nice looking tail crop that you see. We saved her and then saved her life.
She was 'raised' from the age of 4 weeks by our 13 yo. Shih Tzu and our 3 yo. Yorkie/Fox Terrier mix. Mattie loves those two little dogs and will not tolerate any size dog whatsoever giving one of them any gruff. .....
Beautiful poochies! And great pics. Just curious I see they are not litter mates but are they siblings from different litters? There markings are so much alike...
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Here is my dufus. He was a rescue and a birthday present from my sister back in 2010
The first picture is from the rescue organization
What a handsome boy!
He bend his beds in half, if he can, for more comfort.
My dogs do the same thing, except with the pillows on my bed. Well, anyway, it's supposed to be my bed.
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In a previous post on this thread I showed our little boxer. This however, is a photo of Zoey our last Dalmatian, a rescue, with her best friend. Sadly, Zoey was put to rest on our property last December. She had a wonderful life.
I'm so sorry that Zoey is no longer with you, but what a beautiful photograph that evokes such beautiful memories for all concerned.
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...these are our Basset Hounds...Bogie is the older one...he is 14 months older than Doc Holiday...my wife likes to dress them up for holidays and various other reasons...
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Surely no one abandoned this beautiful dog as a puppy? She must have run away or gotten lost?
She looks like a mix of either Bluetick/Black and Tan Coonhound or Dalmatian/Black and Tan. Or maybe even Walker/Black and Tan. Has her vet ever given an opinion on her heritage?
How fortunate for the both of you that you found her! What a beautiful girl.
Thank you. Yes, she's much more photogenic than I! You know, I keep forgetting to ask the vet about her heritage. But I have heard "Blue Tick Hound" and "Walker Hound" from many other dog owners. Sorry, I couldn't tell you.
A local person in the area said that they had seen 2 pups by the side of highway as they were taking kids to school and intended to look for them on their way back, but they were gone of course. This was a few days before I found her. Unfortunately, as you well know, many folks look for remote places to dump their unwanted pets, and I'm guessing someone drove up the highway north of Phoenix to unload.
I did run an ad locally with picture of Molly in hopes to find her littermate. Nobody responded, or said I stole their dog, so am pretty sure they were abandoned.
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No, sir...Annie and Beau are not related except by breed.
Annie is almost six months to the day older than Beau, and came from High Point, North Carolina. Beau came from Apex, North Carolina. For whatever it's worth, both of Beau's parents were AKC champions. His sire, Silverhill's U Got Game ("Moses"), was owned by a former NFL player and sired Beau's litter at the age of ten. I had the honor to photograph him shortly before he passed away from cancer several months after Beau was born.
Regarding their similar markings, like all breeds recognized by the AKC, there is a breed standard for Rottweilers. Their "official" color must be black with mahogany markings. The mahogany can vary slightly in hue, but shouldn't be straw colored. They can have no white markings at all. They have to have the spots above each eye and the mahogany markings on their chest. Their lower legs and paws must be mahogany with a black "pencil mark" on each toe. If you look at Rottweilers, Dobermans, Black and Tan Coonhounds, you'll see that they all have similar markings. As do the black and mahogany Dachshunds.
I'm not a big fan of the AKC and their often nitpickety rules and standards. Rottweilers are born with tails, of course, but they are "officially" a docked breed. But tailed Rottweilers are making a comeback. I accept that they're a docked breed, but I don't particularly care one way or another. I don't like it that Dobermans are supposed to have their ears cropped. Ditto for Great Danes and Pit Bulls. I like them natural. I'm okay with removing dew claws, though, as they can become a problem as the dog grows up.
But really...don't get me started on the AKC and breed standards. Probably told you more than you wanted to know already.
In spite of my sig line and my recently becoming a cat lover I have always loved dogs and I always will.
The first two pics are our Danny Boy. The fist pick is the day we brought him home from the breeder at 7 weeks old. this was about 1981.
We wanted a cocker spaniel but we wanted a smaller version that the typical cocker. We found a breeder that specialized in miniature size cockers. She had both of his parents. The male was red and weighed 17 lbs and the female was blond and weighed 14 lbs. The litter was 5 or 6 pups and we just decided to see which one came to us first. They were all cute as could be and we didn't care if it was a male of a female. Danny Boy came to us immediately so Miss Pam picked him up and the deal was sealed.
Sadly he was plagued with many health problems the last two years of his life. We have always felt this was the result of a lot of inbreeding. We lost him when he was only 7. the second pic was take when he was about 5.
We had him neutered and he later gained a lot of weight and topped off at 55 lbs. So much for the mini cocker thing.
He was a sweet heart and smarter than a 5th grader.
We finally took him in one cold rainy December morning and took him out of his pain. After, we sat in the car and cried for a half an hour. We will always remember our Danny Boy.
The third pic is Maloney. He was our dog if only for a weekend. It was a short stay but he wasted no time in worming his way into our hearts. I may have posted his story before but in case I didn't and for those like me who may have memory problems I repost it here.
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THEY CALL ME MALONEY
Hi! My name is Maloney and here is the story of my
great week end with Walkin' Jack and Miss Pam.
It all began on a very dark and stormy Friday night. I
hate thunder and lightening. It scares me to the point
of hysteria. Friday night was very frightening for me
because the lightening was so close and the thunder
was so loud.
There's this little gap between the bottom of the
fence and the grass in my back yard that I walk past
dozens of times every day and never give a thought to.
But in my agitated state Friday night I just freaked
out and dug my way out at that point. once I got out I
just ran and ran and ran...no idea where I was headed
but I felt compelled to get there as fast as I could.
When I stopped to catch my breath I was in completely
strange surroundings. Nothing I could see looked
familiar. Great! Now look what I've done! The storm
still rages and I am out in it now, exposed to it and
what ever else might be around and lost to boot. What
ever happened to an animal's so-called instinct for
survival? Oh well, I'll just keep moving and maybe
something will turn up.
Brother! It's been a long night! The sun is up now,
must be about 8:30 or 9:00 AM...hey, hold on a sec,
there'e a garage door going up. Hmmm, lemme go check
THIS out.
Ok, I'm in the garage now...guy sees me...a surprised
look on his face for a moment but then he reaches down
and offers to pet me and is talking kinda friendly so
I go up and let him pet my head.
He pets me for a couple of minutes and then tries to
shoo me out of the garage. Maybe I should leave but I
just have a good feeling about this guy. I bet that if
I really pour on the charm I can have him falling all
over himself to do things for me. I follow him around
to the back yard and up onto the deck. Nice. Shady and
breezy and cool. I decide to back up that charm thing
with a lot of cute and I'm thinkin' that being
affectionate won't hurt none either...guy seems to
like me.
He runs and gets me a bowl of water and that tells me
what I need to know...HE'S MINE! He seems like he is
having some trouble deciding what to do about me. All
I can do is to keep pourin' it on and hope for the
best.
After a while he goes in the house for a while and
when he comes back there is a woman with him. Hmmm,
she seems very sweet and seems to like me as much as
the guy. I may be onto something here.
After the initial greetings are over with, the man and
woman sit down and begin to discuss my fate. They
can't seem to make up there minds. The did come to one
conclusion right away though, and that was that they
didn't much care for the way I smelled. I think I
heard the word "funky" mentioned. Guy said he was
going to the store for a few things and he'd be right
back. When he got back he came out with some good chow
and a bottle of green stuff that looked vaguely
familiar.
They continued to discuss my fate while I ate, and a
little later gave me a treat that looked like a bone
with gravy dried on it...tasty! They agreed that the
right thing to do was to try to get me back home. That
could be a problem though, cause my master had my tags
off me to change them out for the new ones, so they
didn't know where I belonged. They decided to keep me
for the weekend and call the city animal control
center on Monday and see if any one was asking about
me.
All that settled, the man gets the bottle of green
stuff and takes me out into the middle of the back
yard. He has this long green snake-like thing that he
can make water come out of. Now he's squirting it all
over me. WHOA! I could get used to this! He puts the
green stuff from the bottle all over me and it turns
into this great smelling foamy stuff and it makes my
skin tingle and feel very good. I get in a really
playful mood while he is trying to rinse me off and I
make a game out of trying to bite the end of the
"snake" where the water is coming out. He finally just
sets it down and lets me play in it a while by myself,
too much fun!
Now he comes up with an old throw rug which he places
in a good spot by the back door which I've indicated
is where I'd like to sleep. I miss my people but these
folks sure know how to make a dog feel at home! We
spend the rest of the day just knocking around in the
back yard. He kept throwing a stick and yelling for me
to go get it. Then, after a minute, when I just stood there looking at him, he'd go get it and
throw it again. Don't know what that was all about but
he seemed to enjoy it so I didn't complain. He soon
grew tired of it and quit throwing the stick...seemed
a little disappointed in me for some reason.
Still getting to know each other.
I spent the night on the rug in my new favorite spot
and had a great night. Something caught my attention
in the wee hours and I thought it would be in my best
interest to demonstrate my capabilities in the watch
dog department as long as I was trying to make a good
impression so I gave it a couple of quick barks but
that's all, no point in wakin' up the entire
neighborhood.
Sunday was a great day. The man had a pile of logs out
next to his yard building and seemed intent on moving
all the logs off the rack they were on and tearing it
out and building a new one and then puting all the
logs back. Whew, people sure do some silly stuff. Any
way I felt it my duty to show an interest and so I got
involved in a major way and I know I was a big help
althought the man failed to show his appreciation.
Kept yelling, "get outta there", "stop that", "heuh".
Still getting to know each other.
The man and woman spent a lot of time out on the deck
with me, just talking and drinking some foul smelling
liquid that was black and hot...PEEEWWWWEEEE!
Monday started out good too but then the man started
making a bunch of phone calls. I heard him tell the
woman that some guy was gonna come get me and take me
to a place where my people could find me. If they
didn't find me in three days then I'd be put up for
adoption. If I didn't get addopted in a week then the
man said he wanted to come and get me back. He seemed
very affraid of what would happen to me if I didn't
get adopted. Well now, I'm a little concerned here,
the man seems determined that nothing bad will happen
to me but still, I once again face uncertainty. I
thought I had it made here.
A little later a guy comes and puts me up in his truck
and takes me to a place with lots of other dogs. I
hadn't been there very long when the nice lady that
works there tells me that my master is on his way to
pick me up. Oh joy...oh happy day.
Well, I'm back home now and getting settled back into
my old routine. I heard my master talking to the nice
man that took care of me over the week end and he told
him that my name is Maloney and that I'm a full blood
fox terrier. I'm very glad to be home and I promise
not to ever run away again. I had a pretty exciting
time and I'll always remember the nice man and woman
that took care of me.
Maloney
Well, that was Maloney, as you must now be aware. I
can only add that he is a great dog! he dosen't bark,
dosen't lick and dosen't try to hump your leg. A very
affectionate and playful dog. The kind you can fall
for if you don't watch out.
Pam and I have had dogs in the past but we don't have
any right now and want to wait a while before we get
another one. Still, we would have gladly kept Maloney
if we couldn't find out where he lives or find a good
home for him. In all reality, a dog like that would be
no trouble to put with a good family. He's a real
sweetie!
Maloney, we enjoyed meeting you, come back and visit
any old time!
Walkin' Jack
The first two pics are our Danny Boy. The fist pick is the day we brought him home from the breeder at 7 weeks old. this was about 1981.
We wanted a cocker spaniel but we wanted a smaller version that the typical cocker. We found a breeder that specialized in miniature size cockers. She had both of his parents. The male was red and weighed 17 lbs and the female was blond and weighed 14 lbs. The litter was 5 or 6 pups and we just decided to see which one came to us first. They were all cute as could be and we didn't care if it was a male of a female. Danny Boy came to us immediately so Miss Pam picked him up and the deal was sealed.
Sadly he was plagued with many health problems the last two years of his life. We have always felt this was the result of a lot of inbreeding. We lost him when he was only 7. the second pic was take when he was about 5.
We had him neutered and he later gained a lot of weight and topped off at 55 lbs. So much for the mini cocker thing.
He was a sweet heart and smarter than a 5th grader.
We finally took him in one cold rainy December morning and took him out of his pain. After, we sat in the car and cried for a half an hour. We will always remember our Danny Boy.
The third pic is Maloney. He was our dog if only for a weekend. It was a short stay but he wasted no time in worming his way into our hearts. I may have posted his story before but in case I didn't and for those like me who may have memory problems I repost it here.
************************************************
THEY CALL ME MALONEY
Hi! My name is Maloney and here is the story of my
great week end with Walkin' Jack and Miss Pam.
It all began on a very dark and stormy Friday night. I
hate thunder and lightening. It scares me to the point
of hysteria. Friday night was very frightening for me
because the lightening was so close and the thunder
was so loud.
There's this little gap between the bottom of the
fence and the grass in my back yard that I walk past
dozens of times every day and never give a thought to.
But in my agitated state Friday night I just freaked
out and dug my way out at that point. once I got out I
just ran and ran and ran...no idea where I was headed
but I felt compelled to get there as fast as I could.
When I stopped to catch my breath I was in completely
strange surroundings. Nothing I could see looked
familiar. Great! Now look what I've done! The storm
still rages and I am out in it now, exposed to it and
what ever else might be around and lost to boot. What
ever happened to an animal's so-called instinct for
survival? Oh well, I'll just keep moving and maybe
something will turn up.
Brother! It's been a long night! The sun is up now,
must be about 8:30 or 9:00 AM...hey, hold on a sec,
there'e a garage door going up. Hmmm, lemme go check
THIS out.
Ok, I'm in the garage now...guy sees me...a surprised
look on his face for a moment but then he reaches down
and offers to pet me and is talking kinda friendly so
I go up and let him pet my head.
He pets me for a couple of minutes and then tries to
shoo me out of the garage. Maybe I should leave but I
just have a good feeling about this guy. I bet that if
I really pour on the charm I can have him falling all
over himself to do things for me. I follow him around
to the back yard and up onto the deck. Nice. Shady and
breezy and cool. I decide to back up that charm thing
with a lot of cute and I'm thinkin' that being
affectionate won't hurt none either...guy seems to
like me.
He runs and gets me a bowl of water and that tells me
what I need to know...HE'S MINE! He seems like he is
having some trouble deciding what to do about me. All
I can do is to keep pourin' it on and hope for the
best.
After a while he goes in the house for a while and
when he comes back there is a woman with him. Hmmm,
she seems very sweet and seems to like me as much as
the guy. I may be onto something here.
After the initial greetings are over with, the man and
woman sit down and begin to discuss my fate. They
can't seem to make up there minds. The did come to one
conclusion right away though, and that was that they
didn't much care for the way I smelled. I think I
heard the word "funky" mentioned. Guy said he was
going to the store for a few things and he'd be right
back. When he got back he came out with some good chow
and a bottle of green stuff that looked vaguely
familiar.
They continued to discuss my fate while I ate, and a
little later gave me a treat that looked like a bone
with gravy dried on it...tasty! They agreed that the
right thing to do was to try to get me back home. That
could be a problem though, cause my master had my tags
off me to change them out for the new ones, so they
didn't know where I belonged. They decided to keep me
for the weekend and call the city animal control
center on Monday and see if any one was asking about
me.
All that settled, the man gets the bottle of green
stuff and takes me out into the middle of the back
yard. He has this long green snake-like thing that he
can make water come out of. Now he's squirting it all
over me. WHOA! I could get used to this! He puts the
green stuff from the bottle all over me and it turns
into this great smelling foamy stuff and it makes my
skin tingle and feel very good. I get in a really
playful mood while he is trying to rinse me off and I
make a game out of trying to bite the end of the
"snake" where the water is coming out. He finally just
sets it down and lets me play in it a while by myself,
too much fun!
Now he comes up with an old throw rug which he places
in a good spot by the back door which I've indicated
is where I'd like to sleep. I miss my people but these
folks sure know how to make a dog feel at home! We
spend the rest of the day just knocking around in the
back yard. He kept throwing a stick and yelling for me
to go get it. Then, after a minute, when I just stood there looking at him, he'd go get it and
throw it again. Don't know what that was all about but
he seemed to enjoy it so I didn't complain. He soon
grew tired of it and quit throwing the stick...seemed
a little disappointed in me for some reason.
Still getting to know each other.
I spent the night on the rug in my new favorite spot
and had a great night. Something caught my attention
in the wee hours and I thought it would be in my best
interest to demonstrate my capabilities in the watch
dog department as long as I was trying to make a good
impression so I gave it a couple of quick barks but
that's all, no point in wakin' up the entire
neighborhood.
Sunday was a great day. The man had a pile of logs out
next to his yard building and seemed intent on moving
all the logs off the rack they were on and tearing it
out and building a new one and then puting all the
logs back. Whew, people sure do some silly stuff. Any
way I felt it my duty to show an interest and so I got
involved in a major way and I know I was a big help
althought the man failed to show his appreciation.
Kept yelling, "get outta there", "stop that", "heuh".
Still getting to know each other.
The man and woman spent a lot of time out on the deck
with me, just talking and drinking some foul smelling
liquid that was black and hot...PEEEWWWWEEEE!
Monday started out good too but then the man started
making a bunch of phone calls. I heard him tell the
woman that some guy was gonna come get me and take me
to a place where my people could find me. If they
didn't find me in three days then I'd be put up for
adoption. If I didn't get addopted in a week then the
man said he wanted to come and get me back. He seemed
very affraid of what would happen to me if I didn't
get adopted. Well now, I'm a little concerned here,
the man seems determined that nothing bad will happen
to me but still, I once again face uncertainty. I
thought I had it made here.
A little later a guy comes and puts me up in his truck
and takes me to a place with lots of other dogs. I
hadn't been there very long when the nice lady that
works there tells me that my master is on his way to
pick me up. Oh joy...oh happy day.
Well, I'm back home now and getting settled back into
my old routine. I heard my master talking to the nice
man that took care of me over the week end and he told
him that my name is Maloney and that I'm a full blood
fox terrier. I'm very glad to be home and I promise
not to ever run away again. I had a pretty exciting
time and I'll always remember the nice man and woman
that took care of me.
Maloney
Well, that was Maloney, as you must now be aware. I
can only add that he is a great dog! he dosen't bark,
dosen't lick and dosen't try to hump your leg. A very
affectionate and playful dog. The kind you can fall
for if you don't watch out.
Pam and I have had dogs in the past but we don't have
any right now and want to wait a while before we get
another one. Still, we would have gladly kept Maloney
if we couldn't find out where he lives or find a good
home for him. In all reality, a dog like that would be
no trouble to put with a good family. He's a real
sweetie!
Maloney, we enjoyed meeting you, come back and visit
any old time!
Walkin' Jack
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Thanks to everyone so far who's posted their photos!
I'm genuinely grateful to all the forum members who posted photographs of their dogs, past and present.
All of the photographs of the beautiful and handsome dogs have made me smile...even though some of them are a bit sad to look at. No dog should ever be forgotten.
And just because National Puppy Day is over for this year, that doesn't mean you can't keep posting your photographs.
Shoot, far as I'm concerned, every day is puppy day.
I'm genuinely grateful to all the forum members who posted photographs of their dogs, past and present.
All of the photographs of the beautiful and handsome dogs have made me smile...even though some of them are a bit sad to look at. No dog should ever be forgotten.
And just because National Puppy Day is over for this year, that doesn't mean you can't keep posting your photographs.
Shoot, far as I'm concerned, every day is puppy day.
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Someone dropped their lunch!!
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Yep....he does that too what's funny is that is he had the option of a comfortable couch, same couch with a big soft pillow or same couch with TWO big soft pillows on top of each other he would climb up on the two pillows.
He did this himself
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This is my beloved Belle, gone but never to be forgotten, Lab/Chessie cross. hubby rescued her and her sister Boji while on a fishing trip to South Dakota. They were living under a trailer house and being given just enough food to keep them alive. He took both of them in case one didn't survive. He stopped at the vet's on the way home to have them checked out. Vet said all they needed was lots of food and lots of love.
I can't seem to find a pic of Boji, sadly she was only with us a few years, cancer took her away. Belle was a fabulous waterfowl retriever. After my hubby's health prevented him from hunting she became my best buddy.
RIP, Belle
I can't seem to find a pic of Boji, sadly she was only with us a few years, cancer took her away. Belle was a fabulous waterfowl retriever. After my hubby's health prevented him from hunting she became my best buddy.
RIP, Belle
This is Shadow. She is my buddy, protector, and plate licker. She is a Lab/Norwegian Elkhound cross adopted from a local shelter. She likes to make "nests" I had left the 2 fleece blankets on the floor and this is what she did!
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This is my beloved Belle, gone but never to be forgotten, Lab/Chessie cross.
She was so beautiful. There's an aura that surrounds older dogs, a level of dignity that's unmistakable when you see it. It's almost as if they are aware of how much happiness they've brought into our lives and how much of an accomplishment that is.
This is Shadow. She is my buddy, protector, and plate licker. She is a Lab/Norwegian Elkhound cross adopted from a local shelter. She likes to make "nests" I had left the 2 fleece blankets on the floor and this is what she did!
Dachshunds do that same "nest" thing. Years ago, I had three of them in my studio, photographing them for a veterinarian friend. I put a blanket down on the floor for them so sit on, then turned away to make lighting and camera adjustments. When I looked back, they'd gathered and bunched the blanket into sort of a big soft pile and were all snuggled down in it together. After two more tries, I finally just left well enough alone, and photographed them anyway.
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Cody at about 2 1/2 months old and at age 9. He will be 10 this Summer.
When it comes to cuteness, Golden Retreiver puppies are in a class by themselves. And when they get older and begin to go gray at the muzzle, they look so wise that again, we get the sense that they know things that we humans can't begin to understand.
Cody is a great looking dog, a fine example of the breed.
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