Let's talk about our Doggies!

[Indygrrl]

It's mundane and pointless to most people, but to me, MY DOGGIE IS THE BEST ANIMAL ON THE WHOLE PLANET.

My husband gave me Cinny (short for Cinnamon) on February 22, just a week before my birthday. She was adopted from a shelter and we figured she was only about four weeks old. She's a boxer mix, mostly boxer, but a different sort of snout. This is what Cinny looked like at first:http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2.../Doggie024.jpg

In all likelihood, she was probably the cutest puppy ever to have lived. This is pretty much a fact. We got all of her shots and got her tail docked, which was a much labored decision. But she did very well with that and recovered in no time. At first she didn't want to be housebroken, which had me and hubby frustrated for a good while because neither of us has ever had a dog before and it was all new territory. But we just kept trying and trying, and all the while she just kept getting cuter:
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Suddenly she started doing all the right things, pooping outside almost all of the time (and peeing too!) and becoming a little shadow behind me everywhere I walked. She started going on car rides and having fun with that, and playing fetch for as long as I will keep throwing. She loves running around and hanging by her doghouse, where she spends part of her day. And just last week we had her spayed. She has pretty much become a dream dog and does the cutest things. The only problem I am still having is that she has a tendency to want to put her teeth on us all the time, not biting, but just sort of nipping. I have been told this is normal for a puppy, and she's starting to lay off of it a bit.

So this is Cinny as of yesterday:
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I have no idea how big she is going to end up, she's about 25 pounds right now and seems to grow every day. We wuv her so much I can't even stand it. She is the best thing to happen to this family (and to me especially), for a long time. I love her!!!!!!

Hopefully this thread isn't too cheesy, and for those who feel similarly about your doggies, please tell me about them and post pics if you have them. Also, about how often do you bathe your dogs? I was giving Cinny a bath every week, but she is less stinky now that she's getting older. Should I just wait until she gets dirty or give her one whether she needs it or not?

[Indygrrl]

Oh, and how do you break a dog of trying to eat poo out of the catbox? That's her ickiest habit so far.

[pinkfreud]

Originally Posted by Indygrrl

Oh, and how do you break a dog of trying to eat poo out of the catbox? That's her ickiest habit so far.

All three of our dogs love to sift the cats' litterboxes for crunchy treats. This may explain why dog breath smells the way it does. But, fecal breath and all, these three are GOODDOGGIES, oh yes dey are.

[Freudian Push Up Bra]

She's dead cute Indy!

Nipping needs to be stopped now: she's gonna be a big 'un by the looks of her feet . "Bah" is a fairly similar sound that the mother makes when puppies are biting too hard so if she gets you (on purpose) just bark it at her and pull your limb away. Or a bop on the nose if she doesn't get that.

And for as long as dogs and cats will live alongside, dogs will eat cat poo. You have to keep her separate from it.

*Squeee*

Ahem.

Alvin is my eight year old male rottweiler. He's about 70kg (he's a tad overweight at the moment) and as a result can be very intimidating. But he's a gentlemen.

He was kind of antisocial for the first three months we had him; he was so happy to get away from his siblings (eldest) and just sleep. He slept under our couch the entire time. He looked like a little bear cub. He was always big on attitude. You looked at him sideways and he'd carry on like you'd insulted his mother, barking and grumbling (not growling). He's a talker and people would always ask why he was growling. He's a total love sponge and adores kids (but he can't finish a whole one).

He also has his own cat.

He's slowed down a lot in the last few months, he lives a geriatric lifestyle with my grandparents, getting fed and walked all the time and they adore him. He's originally my dad's dog and when my dad visits, he's just in heaven. When Dad leaves, he won't get off his bed (Cot mattress. Best bed ever).

[Auntbeast]

I'm seriously not shitting on this thread.

I got Jezzie's ashes back today. She is on the armoire next to critic. Her collar is around her urn.

She was 16 years old. Considering when I found her she diagnosed as probably having less than 2 days to live, I think she was very lucky. For 15 years of her life, she was my shadow. While other people saw her as an ugly, shy mutt, I saw her as a beautiful, loyal, smart cur. She learned any trick (except for retrieving, blame it on the golden she was raised with) quickly. She was well mannered, gentle, patient and deeply neurotic. She loved butt scratches and chin rubs and dinner. But mostly, she loved me. I was her life. No one else could let her outside, she wouldn't eat if I wasn't home, I was her human damnit! 15 years have a lot of good stories to tell, about her going to college, playing "tree the cat", the first and last time she ever went into heat, getting in my bed when I was gone and leaving one tennis shoe as evidence, the groan when you scratched her just right, the time the door was left open to the house and she stayed home, but the greyhound wandered a few miles away, puppy kisses, "where's the kitty?", the time she adopted a cat, on and on. There will never be another one quite like her, I was extraordinarily lucky.

So that is the tail of the doggie that was supposed to die at least 5 times in 16 years, but only did once. PUPPY KISSES!!!!!

[StGermain]

Maggie is my standard poodle. My poodly girl. She's bouncy and excited and adores me. I never wanted a poodle. When a co-worker was set on getting a puppy (and I knew it wasn't going to work out - she just didn't have the right temperment and she was afraid of dogs) I tried to talk her into a doberman, since I love dobes. Nope, she had to have a standard poodle. I went with her to the breeder's to pick up the puppy. I bonded immediately - she was scared immediately. We took the dog back to work with us, and at 3 mos she laid sweet and quiet in the cubicle until it was time to leave. I loaned my coworker a crate, gave her dog dishes and toys and left them. The next morning she called me and said the dog had to go - the pup was following her everywhere. There aren't enough in the world. She took the pup back to the breeder, who refused to sell it to our CFO when he called to buy her. She said the dog was going to stay in her kennel and be a brood bitch, since two homes didn't work out. I called a week later and she said "what took you so long?" She knew the dog belonged with me.

Grace is my current doberman. I've had a doberman for the last 20 years or so. Two years ago I saw her walking on the road by my farm. I know all the dogs around my place, andshe was new. I asked a neighbor about her and he said he saw her be dumped by someone. I took her home and she settled into a dog bed like she would never leave. A week later Simon, my other dobe, died of heart failure at the age of 14. That's why she's Grace - someone wanted to make sure I wasn't dobie-less. I lost her for 8 days once - I think someone tried to steal her. She ended up with a doberman breed 45 miles away, who tracked me through her tags.

Wolf was the barn dog at the place where I used to board my horse. I left there because th manager had gotten into drugs and wasn't caring for the horses like he should've been. I bought my farmhouse and 13 acres and left for greener pastures. One day I got a call from one of the other boarders - apparently the manager took off with a couple months of board he hadn't given the farm owner. He left behind 6 horses and the dog. The horses all found homes easily, of course, but no one wanted a middle-aged alaskan malamute. I agreed to take him, but I said he wouldn't be a pet - he'd just be a guest for life. That means no extraordinary vet expenses, just food, water, shelter and heartworm protection. Of course that didn't last for long. He was standoffish at first. When the weather was bad I'd have to drag him by the collar to get him to go inside. He seemed to expect to be hit if he came indoors. Now he comes in and settles on a dog bed and is happy.

Paddy is an English setter I got from the dog pound. At our local pound, strays have about a 10% chance of being adopted. Otherwise it's euthanasia When they picked him up, he was covered in ticks. He was probably a hunting dog who got lost in the field or was dumped for not being a good enough hunter. I don't think he'd ever been in a house, either. But it didn't take him long to settle in, and now he doesn't want to let me out of his sight. At night when I'm sitting at my computer hi head is either in my lap or on my foot.

StG

[Dolores Reborn]

I have three dogs.

Blaze is my sweet boy. He's a Sheltie, and almost 11 years old. I got him for my birthday when he was 7 weeks old. He was an "only" dog for the first ten years, and is not very socialized to other dogs. But one day...

I was at the park by the duck pond. It was a coolish day, and it was a weekday, and I was all alone. Except for this black dog I could see across the pond, splashing and chasing ducks and having a wonderful time. She made her way around the pond and came bounding up to me. Startled me for a minute, but she jumped on me and wagged her tail - so full of joy! No collar, kinda skinny, and no one around. I started thinking... My husband had left his own black lab back in Florida when he moved here (before we met.) He had heard recently that Doggie had died of old age, and was sad. He missed her. Blaze was old and not very active. Here was a new Labrador - maybe I should bring her home? I sat in my car to call him, but he didn't answer his cell phone. I had an appointment in an hour! What to do, what to do? http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/rmix/my%20dogs/lucy/th_2330edit.jpg]Lucy made the decision for me. She jumped in my car, over my lap - wet and muddy! It was a sign!

I took her home, but had to see how the two dogs interacted. I had about 30 minutes to observe. I took her into the back yard, and brought out Blaze. They were fine! Blaze didn't want to play, but he definitely wanted to check her out. I noticed that she had a scar on her belly - she was probably spayed. Point in her favor! I fed her and she wolfed it down, then I left a big bowl of water, brought Blaze in, and left her in the back yard. I finally got hold of hubby, and he agreed to keep her, after we looked for her owners (whick we had no luck finding.) I took her to the vet, and had her scanned for a chip. No chip! She was ours. That was a year ago. She's 3 years old now (estimated.)

Our latest acquisition is Ernie. We first noticed him on walks around the neighborhood. He's a little poodle mix, and was always running loose. Lucy loved him! They would play and run. I started letting him in the house, and they would wrestle and play tug-o-war and run around like crazy dogs! Then I would put him out a couple of hours later. One evening i put him out and he wouldn't quit barking. By this time, I had figured out where his house was, so I went down there and tried to tell them where he had been, but the mom didn't speak English very well. After that, they started chaining him up in the (open) garage! Poor thing. I went in the garage two times (trespassing?) and checked on him. No water or food, poop everywhere that he had stepped in...bad conditions. One day they were having a garage sale, and my husband saw the puppy chained up. He came home and said let's go offer to buy him. So we did, and they said yes! They have three small children and both work - no time for a dog.

So he's been to the vet, and is in good health except for a yeast infection in his ears, and poor baby goes to the vet tonight to get neutered tomorrow.

I have three dogs!

[Hal Briston]

This is Billy. He annoys the crap out of me, unfortunately. But, my wife and daughter love him, so I tolerate him.

[Bobotheoptimist]

Gypsy here here here and here saying goodbye, a Norwegian Elkhound (named after the bot on MST3K). We got her right after our honeymoon in Jan '93. She'd sit beside the bed and stare at me until I woke up, then lick my nose and tell me she wanted out. Vocal critter, that dog. And chewed, not usually on our stuff (not like the Eskimo that ate a $300 pair of boots) but she once chewed down a tree. We got her one of those giant 6 foot long rawhide bones, she had it disassembled in one night.
Developed dysplacia after a few years, I carried her up and down the stairs for years (we live in a tri-level), finally it got to the point that it was obviously hurting her, the pills weren't helping and the vet wasn't optimistic about surgery, so we had her put down in '01.
I still have her collar in my car.

Then there's Kiara the American Eskimo that ate my boots. Does this "marwaarraraawararara" singing thing when she sees us through the screen door. Dorky little fuzzball, as fiercely protective as most of her breed and absolutely loves kids - adults have no chance of getting past her un-barked at, and only a 50/50 chance of making friends with her. She will NOT play with younger kids (well, fetch and stuff) but anything that could possibly hurt a little one (even tug of war) is right out. Even playing rough with me she won't use her teeth.

Sierra was a very young rescue, just a puppy when we got her and terrified of loud noises, fast moving objects, etc. Pretty obvious that she was abused, she doesn't play except with Kiara (who doesn't give her a choice), Sierra would be perfectly content to sit at my feet getting her ears scratched for eternity. I am totally her person - doesn't particularly care who comes and goes as long as I'm near. Kind of weird because she was badkittypriestess's dog originally, but somehow she attached herself to me. She's getting old now and having some trouble on the hardwood floors, but unlike Gypsy she won't wait for someone to come help her. If I'm at the front door, she's at the front door.

[Duck Duck Goose]

Daisy the Wonder Beagle is now 12, getting white around the muzzle, and after all these years has apparently fallen into the Old Person's "What the hell, it won't matter in a hundred years" mindset, and has decided to use the People's Bathroom upstairs instead of asking to go outside. I have no idea why it's easier for her to climb a flight of stairs and pee than it is to come and scratch at the door in the dining room right next to where I'm sitting, but then again, "what the hell, it won't matter in a hundred years".

She gets a bath when the smell draws itself forcibly to my attention. Which is usually in the summer.

But we did finally figure out the Flea Solution: it's called Sentinel, and is worth the many-many pennies that each apparently solid-gold little tablet costs. No more flea soap, flea powder, flea collars, flea spray. It's heaven. This is the first year we've used it, and the acid test will come at the end of August, when normally every year we can look down at our own chests and see fleas on us, it's that bad. Our next-door neighbor, with whom we share a back yard chain link fence, has an aging, rheumy Chihuahua that is long-standing flea vector--until Sassy passes, we will never be completely flea-less.

[cowgirl]

I love this thread. Way better than those cat threads. I love all your dogs, too, and you are not doing much to allay my sneaking suspicion that I will end up with more than one rescue dog one day. Hopefully it won't be too soon, but I'm a total softie and the right pooch at the right time with the right story will probably convince me to take on another canine companion, thus adding an extra layer of complexity to my life that I don't need. Oh well. I love dogs, so I'll live.

I rescued Jimbo in October last year. He is a "pit bull mix" - parentage undetermined, but I reckon he's mostly red nose pit bull with some French mastiff thrown in (to explain his absurdly massive head and chest).

(Every time I talk about my dog the discussion gets hijacked into a pit bull argument. I'm happy to get involved but please don't hijack this thread into that; if there is interest I can start an "ask the unrepentant pit bull owner" thread. I beseech everyone to remember that he's a dog, just like any other. Pit bulls are "restricted" in this jurisdiction which means a few things. For one thing all "pit bull type dogs" have to wear a muzzle in public. For another thing, every time I talk about my dog I have to explain the stupid pit bull law (and every time I show that picture, someone asks about the muzzle), and reassure them that my dog is really very nice.)

The worst thing about the pit bull law is that most shelters don't adopt them out any more, they get put down as soon as they turn up in the shelter. So there is something of a pit bull underground railroad, where alert shelter staff pick out the ones that are absolutely too nice to be put down just because of their breed, and adopt them into loving homes like mine. So that's how I got Jimbo.

He has never shown a shred of aggression towards human or animal (even if you are sticking your finger in his eye while he is eating his dinner), he doesn't bark at passers-by, and nothing pleases him more than a good snuggle. He loves everyone, fears nothing, and he has even come to an understanding with the vacuum cleaner (after some tense moments in the beginning). He gets along really well with little dogs, which is really something to see considering they're usually smaller than his head. He's been attacked twice by off-leash dogs, but those incidents upset me a lot more than they upset him!

A few months ago he had a big growth on his front leg that we had to have removed. He was quite a trooper and even put up with being the butt of everyone's jokes. (The lampshade didn't last long after that picture was taken. But he healed very well in the end.)

This past weekend I took him up camping on a 100 acre property with about 50 people around. I let him off the leash for a while, it was the first chance he's had since I've owned him to run free and he loved every second of it. He charmed the pants off everybody, dogs, sheep, kids and adults alike. I'm so proud of him!

[Anne Neville]

Doggies! Squee!

I have no dogs yet, but I plan to work on that when I finally move into a house this summer.

[Kythereia]

My doggie is currently sick. But we have a vet appointment scheduled and we're keeping her on a limited diet...

She's a Westie (West Highland white terrier), tiny and adorable, she barks at everything and chases snowballs and tries to eat the garden hose and really hates when we open the blinds or the ironing board, and she'll be 7 this year. I'll try to find pictures if I can.

[GingerOfTheNorth]

Well, I would talk about our doggie, but she's nearly a cat. She's a Shih Tzu called Jewels (she came with the name), and she's two years old. We got her from a rescue after she'd been neglected or abused or og-knows-what. She wasn't potty trained, although the rescue told us she was. She's housebroken now, though. She is really the baby's doggie, always outside his door if he's napping, underfoot when he's playing. We keep her puppy cut, but the only pictures I have are before we started trimming her down.

Sleepy Jewels
Bath time

[TroubleAgain]

Awww, such cute babies! Here are my two.

Ladybug (Bug, Boo, Grandma) is the lab mix (chow, I think is the other part). She's 11+ years old and that's why she's Grandma. The arthritis is starting to slow her down, but she's still just as cute and sweet as ever, and just loves a good back scratch. She was Himself's father's dog and we adopted her when he died.

Jasmine (Jazz, Jasminium Simplicipuppius, Doofus) is the black-mouth curr mix. I have no idea what she's mixed with. Hell, she could even be pure-bred for all I know, as she looks very much like a curr. She was found as a puppy, dumped in the parking lot at the prison my husband was working at. She's very sweet, but is very shy of people and anything shaped like a stick. It took her a while to even get over her fear of me.

[xanthous]

My Boy Joey

He's the light of my life.

'nuff said!

[nashiitashii]

This is Sienna. This morning, I got out of bed to use the bathroom, and upon returning, I find that she has stolen my spot in bed. Well, half my spot. I get in bed, try to worm her over to Acid Lamp's side, and use my 24 inches of space to lay on my back. Of course, she wiggles up the bed and nuzzles my armpit for an hour or so until she decides that it's time to wake up. Very sweet, but she can definitely be a sneaky bitch when she wants to.

[romansperson]

We've only one current hound - Pumpkin. She's very, very sweet but clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed.

We lost our beautiful Idol to bone cancer at the end of March. He was not yet 10, and it all seemed so unfair to lose him so young. I miss him very much.

Also waiting for us on the other side are JC, who was our very first hound; Roman, who was quite possibly the best dog evar; and Rob Roy, who proved that just because you are old doesn't mean you have to act like it.

We'll be getting another hound in a couple of months. His name is Tough - can hardly wait to get some better pics of him.

[NurseCarmen]

My dog eats his poop and can't be trusted alone.

*sigh*. I really miss my last dog. Presley was a great dog.

[Dangerosa]

Here you go for the cat poop problem:

http://www.petstreetmall.com/Forbid-...573/index.html

Don't know if it works. Our trainer was recommending it to someone with the "litterbox as candy dish" problem recently.

Murphy is five months old and I don't have any photos of him. He's a "German Lab" and is a big puppy with bigger paws.

[Katriona]

Our Penny-girl (no idea what her mix is): http://www.dogster.com/dogs/179572

Mojo, our elder Borgi (Beagle/Corgi): http://www.dogster.com/dogs/179579

Borgi the younger, aka Binkley: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/179580

Worst dogs in the world, the lot of 'em!

[Alma]

Phyllis is our crazy dog. We rescued her from a shelter that claimed she was calm and gentle--turns out she was sick and when we got her better, all hell broke loose. She is a neurotic, hard-headed, destructive, frustrating, sweetie pie scaredy cat. And so damned cute that she gives us no choice but to adore her. She is the best worst puppydawg in the world.

[Stinkum]

Joplin, who I wish I could share pix of, is a lab mix -- we think he might be part pit bull, but there's no way to tell. Visualize a classic black lab face (with some gray now), stuck on a black swayback fattish body, finished with a classic lab rudder tail. I found him the day after my birthday in 1996, and how I managed to see a black puppy in the dark of night, I have no idea. My other dog Bobbie accepted him -- I think she was lonely with me at work. Joplin was a feisty so-and-so and rather destructive, but we've put most of that in the past. Some good, positive training helped tremendously.

Joplin is my 100 percent dog -- he gives you 100 percent of whatever emotion is coursing through his heart at the moment. He doesn''t flop on the bed, he throws himself down and grinds himself in next to you in a 70 lb. spasm of joy. He doesn't just wag his tail in anticipation of a ride or walk in the park -- he barks, bashes at the door to the garage with both front paws until I get him in the car. Suppertime requires a dance. He will carry his chewie at a dignified angle to a comfy spot, then attack it with single-minded purpose. Yet, he has moments of calm and contentment, like laying in the backyard, where he is master of all he surveys.

Joplin has an eating disorder, I think. He is a counter-surfer, and has nabbed all sorts of stuff I forget to put out of his reach. Our walks in the park consist of walking nicely, then veering off to explore under picnic tables where he has in the past found dropped food. He will also try to mooch food from people BBQing in the park. If my neighbors are grilling, I have to keep him indoors because he will sit by the fence and give them the "starving dog" look and drool until they cave in. He's very patient.

At 11, Jops is slowing down a little. Our walks in the park are a little shorter than before, and he sometimes has trouble getting on the bed. He's taught me to go bravely out into the world and nevermind what the other fools think.

[dogbutler]

Maggie is my 11 year old Beagle mix. She celebrated her birthday on May 15th. Here she is in her chair, with her cat, Lucretia. She like her mailman, too.

[badkittypriestess]

We got her right after our honeymoon in Jan '93 HUH??? We got married in Jan 94'!! Boy, Men!!!!

had to give him crap for this

[garygnu]

Bailey
Very protective of whatever enclosure she's in, be it our house, a car, or a portable fence at a picnic. Once you've been allowed inside (by us), though, she'll love you up. She love going to the dog park, but she's not big on actually playing with any other dogs, and usually wants to leave in 15 minutes or less.

Kirin
Cutest dog in the world and she knows it. Loves to lounge around all day. My MIL calls her "Rowdy" because she's not (the other four dogs involved will rough-house until they pass out). She's got severe skin alergies that we're spending a bundle to control with bi-monthly serum shots. She very sweet and gentle.

Raven
Kirin's sister and littermate. Despite the coat colors, Kirin is the yin and Raven the yang. We describe her as aggressively affectionate. She will come up to you lying in bed or sitting on the couch and demand tribute in the form of a chest rub. When she's satisfied she'll give excessive kisses then go back to her spot and lay down.

[betenoir]

She's a bitch.

Well she is, but she's the sweetest thing on four legs. And about as bright as a dog shaped box of rocks.

Her name is Puppy. My only other dog was a russian wolfhound named Canis. So basically I named my dogs "dog". I have no imagination when it comes to dogs.

She's a black mutt but I'm pretty sure she's got a lot of labordor in her. She likes swimming about as much as I do. She doesn't come when you call. She thinks you're playing. Once I had to go out and tackle her in a snow bank and drag her back home.

When we had a tiny little kitten you could fit in a tea cup he stared her down and she ran away.

[Savannah]

Well, here's Clover. Why Clover? I don't know. I saw it as a middle name of someone's child on a rental application at our office. And I thought: that's a silly name for a kid...but what a great name for a dog. I'm going to call my dog Clover!

And then I found a dog that looked like a Clover.

She goes to work with daddy every day, and if he's working late, I pick her up after five, and she comes home with me. Her doggy bed lasted just until she was spayed, and had to sleep in our bed for comfort. She never left. She's a snugglebum and a silly girl and a smart girl and six pounds. She fulfills her role of companion animal beautifully, and everyone who meets her likes her.

Well, I wanted a dog that went Woof, and I got six pounds of fluff. No yips, though, she does her best to bark like a real dog. And, she sounds like a wolverine when she plays fetch with boney (squeaky bone that bounces), and she doesn't know she's only six pounds. She's portable, and the poops are small... she's the best dog my husband's ever had (and me, too).

Clover the dog.

[Lady Venom]

We have two rescued Boxers.

Vegas

She's almost 4. We got her when she was 6 months old and supposedly deaf. She's not, she's just VERY stubborn. She's a sweet dog, but alas, not very bright.

My husband picked her name and changed if from Sophie. He said Vegas suited her because she's a little show girl. Very true, especially at the dog park with her pink leather, Playboy bunny studded leather collar.

Charlie

He's almost 5. Very calm, very sucky. All he ever thinks about is "Where's my rope???"

But, when he's at the dog park, he's very dominant. Which is strange for a neutered male. So, he has to stay on leash.

Vegas & Charlie sleeping on the couch. I'm amazed I got this picture! They're never both laying down at the same time.

[Archergal]

I'm down to two dogs now, since my two oldest dogs were pts last fall and this spring.

Bouncer is my current oldest dog (he's 10.) He's an Australian Shepherd/??? mix. He's all blue merle, no copper at all and very little white. Jasper is almost 3, and he's 100% Aussie (black tri coloring), and he's a pretty boy.

Jasper on left, Bouncer on Right
A windy day with Dear Robert
Me & the dogs on the path
Jasper likes ice cream
They model for me sometimes

And I'm sorry for y'all who think differently, but I definitely have The Best Dogs In The World.

[Surly Chick]

Ramush is my pooch (that's a shot of him giving me his patented evil eye). I found him on a street in Kosovo. He was only about 5 weeks old and the KFOR troops had probably shot his mother/siblings (standard practice to prevent the spread of rabies). I wasn't in the market for a dog as my job requires that I move every 2 years or so and traveling internationally with a dog is a pain in the butt not to mention expensive. But I couldn't just leave him lying there. He had some fairly severe medical problems (let's just say I now know more about dog penises than I ever wanted to...) but the army vet in Kosovo fixed him up (with lampshade) good as new.

He has some emotional issues and loads of separation anxiety but is the most loving dog I've ever had. He's always snuggling up and doesn't comprehend that he weighs 40 pounds now and can no longer sit on my shoulder like he did when I found him. He's three now and I don't know what I ever did without him.

[chowder]

I'll post this and then I'm gone.

I fucking detest dogs....note DOGS is what they're named not "doggies" Also the female is a bitch not a girl, the male is a dog not a boy

Compared to cats dogs are the most stupid animal alive. I've said it before but I'll say it again.....a dog will go out in the pissing rain to fetch a newspaper it can't read, try teaching a cat to do that.

Now tell me dogs are intelligent.

I'm gone, carry on without me if you must.......fuckin' dogs........bollox to 'em all

[Least Original User Name Ever]

Originally Posted by chowder

I'll post this and then I'm gone.

I fucking detest dogs....note DOGS is what they're named not "doggies" Also the female is a bitch not a girl, the male is a dog not a boy

Compared to cats dogs are the most stupid animal alive. I've said it before but I'll say it again.....a dog will go out in the pissing rain to fetch a newspaper it can't read, try teaching a cat to do that.

Now tell me dogs are intelligent.

I'm gone, carry on without me if you must.......fuckin' dogs........bollox to 'em all

Can I interest you in a hedgehog as a pet now?

[SkipMagic]

Originally Posted by chowder

I'll post this and then I'm gone.

I fucking detest dogs....note DOGS is what they're named not "doggies" Also the female is a bitch not a girl, the male is a dog not a boy

Compared to cats dogs are the most stupid animal alive. I've said it before but I'll say it again.....a dog will go out in the pissing rain to fetch a newspaper it can't read, try teaching a cat to do that.

Now tell me dogs are intelligent.

I'm gone, carry on without me if you must.......fuckin' dogs........bollox to 'em all

Though you view doggies as being dim, I don't think it's too far-fetched to say that they at least have enough sense to not thread shit. They seem to be board-trained (ironically). This thread wasn't soliciting opinions or stories from those who dislike dogs, nor was it leading to a place where your post would be approproate.

So, if you were drunk, having a bad day or just choosing to be a jerk, you'll need to refrain from such behavior in the future.

[Bobotheoptimist]

Thanks! So glad you could stop in and share that uplifting story Chowder, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I especially liked the part where you said "I'm gone", that was my favorite part.

[dwyr]

There's always one in every crowd I suppose, but good grief why do they feel compelled to speak?

All the doggies are gorgeous guys. My hours at work make having a dog a bad idea for me which is why I went with cats instead. (I just like animals period.) I had a great little guy when I was a kid though. His name was Nicky. Just a little mutt with hair over his eyes but sweet as could be. My brother had Nicky's littermate and named him Caesar. Caesar was the most laid-back fellow I've ever seen. He wouldn't even chase the birds away from his food dish. He also thought my sister's rabbit was his pet!

[SmartAleq]

We have two dogs, the older and larger is SpaceDawg . She's a purebred Malemute that I acquired as a rescue when she was almost two. She's seven now and after a bad spell with an arthritic back leg she's back in the game of being my hiking partner. Hiking was how we bonded--she had never been walked in her life before I got her, had no leash manners whatsoever and pulled like a freight train! Over much time and many, many miles she's learned her basic obedience commands and to walk on a leash without yanking and can be more or less trusted off leash, as long as there's nothing more interesting to pay attention to than me calling her. She, like most of her breed, is a very doglike dog, intelligent but in no way sycophantic. She likes to play the way dogs do, wrestling, pull toy, chase me, but doesn't fetch or do tricks--except for catching treats thrown to her. She's sweet and friendly and kids can climb all over her but we don't allow any small people near her when they have food because she's a pig and will take it from them. I recently posted about her great love of small bunnies, but I do have to cop to some culpability regarding her current extreme focus on food, as we've had to put her on a diet in order to get her weight down--she was too chunky and it was making her leg worse. Now she's quite svelte and active again, and a lot of the credit goes to:

Widget. Widget is a border collie mix--mixed with what is uncertain although the rescue lady thinks Dad was part Jack Russell. He just turned a year old May first and is probably the smartest dog I've ever owned, which is saying something! He's definitely the most devoted dog I've ever had, and loves me to distraction. He loves the SO, too, but from what I hear Widget spends most of the day marking time until he hears my car coming down the street. He's cute and funny and has those bat ears that go up like antennae whenever we talk to him, cocking his head so far to the side it's a wonder he doesn't dislocate his neck. He loves his tennis ball and about an hour after I get home he starts giving me these intent looks, telepathically willing me to go outside to throw the ball for him to chase. He's learned to catch it in the air as well, and to jump over my outstretched leg for it, and as of yesterday he's learned to "speak" as well. He likes to run and thinks five miles full out next to a bicycle is great fun, especially when I'm hiking and the SO is riding the bike--he runs back and forth between us until he gets tired out. He recently discovered the joy of swimming, chasing Space into the pond at the top of Powell Butte. She doesn't swim although she loves the water--she has this water line at about chest level and I've never been able to persuade her to actually get all the way in to swim. Widget tries to herd her while swimming, which is a tactical mistake--if he gets too nippy she grabs his head and dunks him under! Widget is incredibly fast and agile, and on land he literally runs circles around Space, nipping and annoying her until she's ready to put the hurt on him--but she can seldom lay a paw on him. They're fast friends and co-conspirators in a nefarious plot to dig their way to China via the backyard...

I wuvs my doggies so much!

[Fetchund]

(Dear Computer Goddesses or Whomever... Please stop me from accidentally closing this link down again before I finish this post this time...)

No linked photos, but I'm hoping that this video of Gavia's latest agility run will give you an idea of how fun it is to live with a dog who will do anything, and make it look beautiful. She is my 4 year old rescue smooth Border Collie, and my quiet companion/guardian. She learned to swim this week, even though she started out afraid of the water. She is a sensitive, gentle, Truly Good Dog!

Corbi is my young Pyrenean Shepherd - I don't think I have anywhere to link to her. Maybe this week somebody will videotape her - we are at the Pyr Shep Nationals to try her out on lots of things. She is a goofy, brave, cuter than anybody in the whole wide world little bitch (which, by the way, spayed females are not )

They are still great buddies, and I hope that will go on for the rest of their lives.

If anyone is in the Youngstown, OH area this week, stop by the Nationals and sat hi!

[Archergal]

Fetchund, loved the agility run!

[pinkfreud]

Here's a weird picture of my husband with the world's largest lap-dog, Lois. This dog's head and body do not match. We speculate that there was a mistake at the dog factory, and somewhere in the world there is a dog with a dark brown body and a buff-colored head. The other dog is probably lolling around on somebody's lap, too.

[Savannah]

Originally Posted by pinkfreud

This dog's head and body do not match. We speculate that there was a mistake at the dog factory, and somewhere in the world there is a dog with a dark brown body and a buff-colored head. The other dog is probably lolling around on somebody's lap, too.

That picture made me laugh out loud--I wish I could meet that dog!

[Joey P]

I'd like to share one of my favorite pics of one of my dogs

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/inde...imageID=988043