fluiddruid, your Basset is gorgeous! We had a pair of Bassets when I was a kid.
Here is my beagle, Sophie. She’s an odd little dog - a bit skittish and doesn’t like to play very much. But she’s affectionate and a very good house dog. I had hoped she would chew up my kids’ legos so they would stop leaving them all over the house, but she never bothers a thing, unless you leave food out where she can get at it. Her hobbies are eating, riding in the car, and knocking pillows out of chairs so she can make herself comfortable.
Awh, I love looking at doggy pics! I just moved into my own apartment (no dog-allergic roommates!), and I have visited the local SPCA daily this week looking for a dog. I’ve already cleared out next week for dog socialization time, I just need a dog to socialize!
Yes, I’l post pics when I find my shelter sweetie…
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.
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.
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.
Ok, so we got Gypsy in 94 not 93. I was thinking about what a wonderful 13 years we’ve had and the number three got stuck in my head and, umm… You messed up the quote tag! NYEA!
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.
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.
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).
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.
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.
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.
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 :rolleyes:
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
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.
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!
