Do I have to do the 270° turn? 
One day when I was 45 minutes late with dinner for the pups (I feel asleep on the couch) I was awakened to a weird, slow scraping sound I had never heard before – a slow dragging sound.
I sat up and looked into the kitchen, and I saw what Zoe the wonderhound was doing but I wanted to see how far she would go with it, so I faked sleep, laying there not moving but watching her.
Scraaaaaaape----Scraaaaaaape… tap tap…Scraaaaaaape----Scraaaaaaape… tap tap…Scraaaaaaape----Scraaaaaaape… tap tap…
Well, it seems that since Zoe was so convinced that I had forgotten all about this thing called dinner, and unlike just bringing me her dinner bowl like any normal dog may do… She dragged the entire fucking container of food from the far end of the kitchen to the bottom of the stairs. Now, that probably doesn’t sound that impressive but I buy 40 pound bags of dog food for my pups and this large holds about 35lbs of food. And it was full. Zoe only weighs about 45lbs. She had locked her jaws onto the handle on the side and ever so slowly brought the whole thing to me. Each tug moved the thing about 6 inches, and she spent about 10 minutes getting the thing over to where it was in my view.
Then she sat down next to it, let out a single, quiet bark and wagged. 
“Daddy, I’m hungry”.
The above post is mine, not gooti’s. I see she must have decided to make one of her 4 yearly posts recently.
last dog in my family was a neurotic toy poodle. you’d be pulling back a stump if you tried putting a hand anywhere near her when she got near her food dish.
nastiest little bitch, in every sense of the word.
which is why i’m a cat person.
Occasionally my golden retriever will wake up from a nap and feel the need to make sure that I’m still here and all right and able to accept a modified hug. (He puts his chin on the back of my neck and his paw on my shoulder and then tries to squeeze the life out of me.) Then he goes back to his nap. He’s a weird boy, but I love him.
On the day my old Billy had to be put down, my brother took him to the vet.
I’ve had so many bitter regrets that I didn’t go with him.
Right this second, I hate myself.
Oh, I tells ya. When I get home from work, I walk in the door and get kid screaming, wife screaming, back screaming in pain … and Spud will rush over, all wiggly with joy and curl up at my feet where I stand and look up at me with The Look.
Life would suck without dogs.
English springer spaniels are THE BEST dogs! So bright, so loyal, so funny, so adoring, so cute and pretty and beautiful all at once . . . Mad props to the late great Miss Emily Kimberly, and her successors, the sisters Miss Phyllis and Miss Dorothy. (Among her many talents, Dottie serves as my avatar over at Fathom.)
It’s hard to remain in a bad or sad mood when our puppydogs are around. On 9/11 it was a tremendous tonic to take them for a walk in the back field (well, I walked, they ran) and watch them skitter around joyfully, enthusiastically, oblivious to the outer world. And to have them come back periodically and bowl me over for petting and kisses. That’s about as good as it gets in this life.
I open the door and get gang-tackled by three dogs, each determined to be the first to greet me. It’s chaos, I tells ya, but no matter how good or bad any day has been, it always gets better at that point.
Cats Rule…Dogs Drool!!!
My Border Collie always lies outside the toilet door while I crap, even when we have a house full of people. I flush, wash and step out, and he just looks up at me.
My wife loves me but even she doesn’t do that.
He’s not at all food agressive either - he’s not really food motivated at all. I can’t use treats to train him, I have to use tug of war as a reward instead.
I call them the welcoming committee – thankfully, they don’t jump at me, but whenever I or anybody else comes home, we are greeted with great enthusiasm.
Now if I could convince them to not be so damn energetic first thing in the morning. I am not a morning person, and they are definitely morning pups.
Gotta love 'em, though.
Mine, love me unconditionally though she does, would go for the food. She would knock me over to get the food. Rubs & scratches are very nice & definitely have their place (couch & bed), but food is FOOD!
She’s a mostly-hound mix and is very food motivated. 90% of the trouble she gets into is because she’s trying to get some food, or something she classifies as food. (Paper and soap are not food in my book, but they are in her taxonomy.) She doesn’t pay attention to toys at all, and half the time doesn’t acknowledge my “commands,” unless food is involved. I’m told that’s normal for hounds. I don’t know. She’s my first dog, and I just love her, regardless of her quirks.