[Katie voice]Oh, yes, the squirrels. They tease me, they taunt me, but little do they know that I WILL prevail! They are evil, EVIL little rodents, and they are the greatest threat to the security of the free world. They will one day be mine; oh, yes, they WILL be mine![/Katie voice]
Oh, yeah! I love those noises! We call them “cow noises” (my mother always compared noises like that to ‘noises made by a sick cow’), and our friend Wendy calls them “monkey noises” or “Wookiee noises”. Too fun!
Here is my dogs homepage. Incidentally, it is the same dog got my name,that this thread was strated with, but my dear sister forgot to mention the way that when you get home and sitting cross legged on the floor, he will come running and do a flying leap into my lap. Sometimes he hits me so hard that it knocks me over.
Besides he got my name when it turned out that I was a girl
While I’m sure you all love your dogs, none of them is a match for Flip. Flip is the absolute best with my kids, which is a plus. His normal daily routine consists of (1) laying around, and (2) begging for attention without any sense of shame. So, Flip is pathetic, but he’s resilient.
We got Flip from the animal shelter. It seems his previous owner didn’t want him so he chained Flip to a fence in the middle of a field with no food or water. By the time animal control found him the metal chain collar had dug into his neck and the skin had grown back over it. The collar had to be surgically removed. Despite this treatment, the only ill effect on Flip is that he’s shameless in his quest for attention – which is certainly forgiveable under the circumstances.
Beat that, dog owners!
My Roman was the best because he let me know every day how much he loved me, and I hope he knew how much I loved him. He was a dignified old dog of 10 years when we got him, and the 4 years we spent together before he passed on were the happiest of my life. I feel blessed that he found his way to me, and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him and miss him. His way of greeting me upon returning home was simple - he’d walk up, rub his head on me and look straight into my soul. He was never farther than an arm’s reach away whenever we were together. I’ll never forget him.
Rob Roy was the best because he never had a bad day - even near the end of his life when he was ill and in terrible pain, he could manage a little wag as you spoke to and stroked him. If he had been human, he would have been the type to make lemonade when life gave him lemons. Life did in fact give him a lot of lemons before he came to us, but it never broke his spirit. He was all dog, all the time.
JC is the best because even though he is our most shy one, he has managed to retain his puppy-like qualities even though he is 10 now and had to have cancer surgery back in December. We don’t know how much longer he has with us, but for now he is as happy and playful as I can ever remember him being. He is also very loving and affectionate. Even though we have had him in our household for 8 years, it seems we still find out new things about him all the time. Back when he had his surgery we weren’t sure he had the resilience it was going to take to make it through. Well, he had it, and then some. His recovery has been amazing. I can only hope if I am ever so seriously ill, I can deal with it as well as he did.
Idol, our newest boy, is the best because he’s Roman’s great nephew. He is curious, fearless, and personable. He’s our most vocal dog - he barks, whines, howls, yips, grunts, groans, moans, growls, and genuinely seems to be trying to communicate any way possible. He’s young and energetic and we look forward to watching his personality grow and mature.
They are all the best because each of them taught me things that I hope have made me a better person.
http://www.unc.edu/~nbeach/picpage.html (turn down your sound if you don’t like pages with music)
Saying I have up on the fridge: “Lord, help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.”
A lot of people have already said this, but there is nothing quite like someone greeting you at the door who is happy as all hell that you’re home.
Plus, he looks cool hanging his head out the car window. You wouldn’t believe the comments we get when we take him out like this:
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He DOES look cool!
I’ll see your grown in collar and call with Lilly’s prior owner who probably paid somewhere in the neighborhood of about $500 for her. Apparently, a 12lb dog was too much to handle so she abused and neglected her. This pathetic excuse for a human let Lilly’s nails grow so long they curled under and impaled her pads. Her feet became infected and she could barely walk. God only knows if she was even fed, because when the living piece of feces brought Lilly to the animal hospital, it wasn’t to have her cared for. The bitch wanted the dog PUT TO SLEEP, because it was too much for her…fortunately, my friend was there and got the owner to sign the dog over to the hospital.
Sue (my friend) said that when they first got her, she (Lilly) was bald in addition to not being able to walk. Lilly lived at the animal hospital for 6 months, before she came to me. The first night I had her, she slept under the covers next to my feet. As time went on she moved up the bed so that now she sleeps next to my pillow. When I go to bed, I grab my big body pillow, lay on my side and wait.
Without me having to say a word, Lilly climbs into ‘position’ adjusting herself so that she is like my teddy bear. Its gotten to the point where I can’t fall asleep without her there. With all the mistreatment and abuse she was subjected to, she is the dearest of souls, and has the tenderest of hearts. She loves each and every one of you, guarenteed. However, she’s probably scared to death of your dogs.
I like this thread but I don’t. All dogs are the best dogs.
Their unconditional love is the most amazing gift I have ever been given.
Awwww. I just wanted to say that your stories about your doggies are just priceless. Thanks for sharing them. It’s nice to know that these dogs have found owners who love them so much. 
Well, I could brag about the Rin Tin Tin jumps and leaps from the back stairs. Or, I could tell you about how he plays with Piewacket the cat. I could tell you about him learning commands in minutes flat.
But, actually, he’s not that smart… he still moves his lips when he reads. (Thanks Sparky.)
Most of all, I’m just glad that Zen’s alive.
There’s no dogs in the world like my dogs, Deej and Bingie, and what’s cool about them is that they’re both wonderful, but they’re wonderful in totally different ways. I wish I couldn’t have taken them with me when Imoved out but my family would have fought me to the death for them.
Deej, aka D.J. (we got the idea for her name when we were sitting around wondering what to name her and WKRP in Cincinnati was on; someone on the show said “DJ” and Dad said “Hey, that stands for Dog Jones!”) also AKA The Deej, Pookie, The Pook, Sweets, and The Tiresome Pooch, my old dog, is merely the sweetest dog on earth. When we got her they told us she was a suck, and is she ever. She’s a little black spoodle and when she hops into my lap she sits up and then reclines back against me and makes little snuffling noises while I scratch her ears. I’ve never had a dog that loved pets and hugs and scratchs so much. She’s so cute it’s hard to describe how cute she is. She’s had a succession of stuffed animals, all of which she loved but tore to peices anyway. She loves chasing squirrels and will sit under the tree in the back yard for hours if she manages to chase one up there. She’s caught a few, but never killed them. She’s saucy, though, and will bark and growl at other dogs if she feels they aren’t giving her ample respect.
Bingie. aka Bingo, Bingen, Der Bingenmeister, and The Bingie Bingie Bingie Boy, in a white spoodle and he’s tied with Deej for the honor of being the best dog on earth. He’s completely different. She is assertive, he is passive. He’s a paper tiger - he’ll bark like hell out a window but is all shy and timid in person. He’s more playful than Deej and will chase balls for hours. He loves, loves, LOVES swimming. He doesn’t lick, ever, which is weird, but he’s cool because he’ll sit next to you and sort of lean against you so you’ll pet him. Geez, he’s great.
They’re great together. They love each other more than life itself. They sleep on my Mom’s bed and she practically has to fight them for bed space. My Dad COOKS for them. Sometimes he barbeques for them; Mom will come home and say “Hey, barbequing dinner?” and he’ll say “No, dog food.” Every couple of months he goes to the pet superstore and buys $150 worth of dog treats, dog toys, etc.
Now I want to go home and play with my dogs. I miss Casey, our cat, who died recently. I’m gonna start a thread about him, I love my pets so much.
Butch is the best because he can balance a treat on his nose until I give him the go ahead, even when he starts to drool he’ll wait 'til he gets the go ahead.