Time for another ‘my dog is awesome’ thread

[NeverMarryAStripper 21899]

8 hours ago, troph said:

He’s determined not to be left at home when momma (my wife) goes to tennis. Sitting outside the front door waiting. 

he never goes to tennis, so when he was left behind with his spare human (me) he laid in a pile of her pjs to pout. 

So your wife just leaves her dirty clothes on the floor?

[Biff Tannen 45676]

1 minute ago, NeverMarryAStripper said:

So your wife just leaves her dirty clothes on the floor?

Yours doesn't?

[NeverMarryAStripper 21899]

If she does, it's not on my floor

[troph 24784]

2 hours ago, NeverMarryAStripper said:

So your wife just leaves her dirty clothes on the floor?

 

2 hours ago, Biff Tannen said:

Yours doesn't?

I pick up her clothes all the time and toss them in the closet pile and to be fair I have clothes drop zones myself. She did tell me early on she’s a slob, but she’s gotten in line for the most part. I have few complaints. 

[BillyGoatHill 4312]

So only ours temporarily, but figured I share. 

There is an RV park about a mile and 1/2 from where we live. Guy this morning from there goes for his daily walk but he takes a different route. He wasn't sure why he did the the different route until he comes across a litter of flea infested pups (5-7 weeks old maybe?) Not sure what to do, he goes back to the RV park and tells a guy that he knows who has a dog and tells him about the pups. That guy happens to be client of my wife and is a friend to both of us as he brings his dog over once a week to play with ours. Any way, he gets the pups but really doesn't know what to do with them as everything (shelters/rescue) is closed today due to Easter. Calls us up asking for advice, where to keep them, etc....(his airstream is only 26' ft and no real place to keep 9 pups other than the bed of his truck.......Sooooooo,

Change of plans for Easter! Bring them over and we'll have a look....dirty and infested with fleas, first thing is a bath for all of them. 3 a piece for each of us and luckily Tractor Supply was open to find the shampoo and other items needed for puppies. Meanwhile our pack of 5 is looking at myself and the Mrs., like WTF did they bring home now?

Not really sure what they are as half of the litter looks like Labs or Pyrenees and the other 5 are different... got contacts out to more professional fosters than us, but right now they are clean, fed and warm sleeping together in a kennel in our garage.

Chaps me when people do this to dogs, especially pups. 

 

[NorthLoop 14192]

Good on ya man. I grew up at the end of a country blacktop road "subdivison" where everyone had at least 2-3 acres. Behind my house was a dirt road (farm road) that people would use to dump litters. We ended up with lots of dogs from that shit. Typically we'd keep one and put an ad in the paper for the rest and they'd usually all get taken. 

Not getting into the pit argument here but if they aren't pits you have a good chance of getting adopters. Labs and Pyrenees you shouldn't have a problem with that. 

 

*side story* - once when I was about 12 my buddy and I were back on that road shooting bb guns in the woods when we saw one of those assholes dumping pups. We didn't say anything but he saw us through the woods and "shot" at us with a rifle. I think he probably shot up into the trees to scare us away but that pretty much stuck with me about what pieces of shit those types of people are. 

[blacklab 11926]

The ones with the black mouth look a lot like my Luna when she was a puppy. The dna test said mutt but they didn't have black mouth cur listed on their breeds, but we're pretty sure she is one.

[Fuga 180]

Puppies! ♥️

Grrrrr. Poor pups. How great they found their way to you. Wish we could take one, or two. They all look cute as could be.

Wish I had more to say, to help.

Ya did a good thing.

[254512 236]

Damn girl, I’m cleaning your water bowl. You’ll get attention before I go to bed.

[hookemATL 11715]

[dcbc 14472]

 

[dcbc 14472]

Third puppy visit for the little man, Archie, the Craigslist, parking lot rescue.  Worms we've been treating since the first visit persisting.  Best vet in the world (seriously), is treating it as a resistant hookworm now, no charge.  Gave him a Vit. B shot too.  He's gaining weight (23 lbs), but still a bit under for his age.  It doesn't bother him (see video), which is great.  But looking to get this and any resultant anemia sorted. 
 


 

Edited April 6 by dcbc

[MissingInAction 25042]

Luna met a couple of inbreds this week. 

She took their food and what little dignity they had.

[dcbc 14472]

Come and take it.

[mooseoutfront 3643]

Magnum on the trail of something

[BillyGoatHill 4312]

Quick update on the pups that were dumped on Easter...

9 pups, 2 Vet visits, 5 days, 6 new HAPPY furever homes. Didn't get pics with all of the new owners, but here are a few...

[Fuga 180]

VERY very well done. Thanks for pix and news.

[rage-a-holic 4382]

Almost pool weather

 

 

[Biff Tannen 45676]

Puppehs

[MissingInAction 25042]

Walked the Cap 10k. She did great keeping at my side and ignoring idiot dogs.

[MissingInAction 25042]

Eclipse time with her BFF. 

It's so fun watching these two work the park together.  

[SmokeyTheBear 5562]

Our big boy Moose turns one today

 

[Deej 76759]

Because one redhead in life isn't difficult enough...

[MissingInAction 25042]

[Lidig8r 1871]

So, introducing 14 week old.... Beauregarde!

My third Vizsla.

Beauregarde is smart ... really smart.

And the perfect shade of burnt orange.

He sends his regards.

 

 

Edited April 12 by Lidig8r

[Fuga 180]

 

Rufus (our Pug) loves his Dallas (our grandson).

 

Two years later ... And he'll play with him even if Dallas does usually win.

 u

 

Actually, Rufus mostly sleeps, except when he's begging/eating.

9AAEEBD8-33F2-4152-91BB-6EDD29544B14_1_201_a.heic

[Deej 76759]

[Player 4575]

[MissingInAction 25042]

Regal af

 

[ChickenSandwich 9833]

1 hour ago, Player said:

 

Edited April 13 by ChickenSandwich

[Deej 76759]

Blue is a bit more stand-offish.

[Cajun 11705]

My best pal, Kona (Shar Pei), of 11 years had a full-blown Fred Sanford (I'm comin' Elizabeth) massive heart attack and died in my arms a couple of weeks ago.  I didn't sleep for a week because she was next to me every night snoring in the way that only Shar Peis do.  My daughters rallied around and found a 8 week old brindle Pei up in Arkansas and the minute I saw her pic on the breeder's FB page I knew what I had to do.  So help me wish Kona (pic 1) the best of fortune on her journey over the rainbow bridge and welcome to the Surly doggo family Nina (pic 2 & 3)...

[Nuge 1966]

I saw this posted on facebook but thought that it would be appreciated here too.

This is a letter that Fiona Apple posted to her fans/ticket holders about her reasons for delaying her South American concert tour.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.

Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.

Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.

Love,

Fiona

 

Edited April 17 by Nuge

[Fuga 180]

Awww, fuck! A dust storm blowing through my house on this cloudy, drizzly day?!

Such a wonderful piece of love.

[NeverMarryAStripper 21899]

Damn, that made me go and hug Sebastian and even my daughter's ugly Chihuahua

[Cajun 11705]

2 hours ago, Nuge said:

I saw this posted on facebook but thought that it would be appreciated here too.

This is a letter that Fiona Apple posted to her fans/ticket holders about her reasons for delaying her South American concert tour.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.

Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.

Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.

Love,

Fiona

 

Jeebus, that was tough to read.  God I love dogs.

[Cajun 11705]

But, just to keep it Surly, wood --

[Cajun 11705]

PSA - if you can't find Magic Mushrooms I highly recommend picking up some melted Shar Pei as a stopgap alternative...

[Biff Tannen 45676]

4 hours ago, Nuge said:

I saw this posted on facebook but thought that it would be appreciated here too.

This is a letter that Fiona Apple posted to her fans/ticket holders about her reasons for delaying her South American concert tour.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.

Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.

Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.

Love,

Fiona

 

I was more confused about Fiona Apple being way younger than I thought she was.  Google told me this must have been a very old post.

[royiv 9292]

2 hours ago, Cajun said:

PSA - if you can't find Magic Mushrooms I highly recommend picking up some melted Shar Pei as a stopgap alternative...

I have a Shar Pei mix (my avatar) and I love that dude so much despite his terrible snoring, allergies, skin problems… he just wants to be in someone’s lap and near humans at all times.

[Cajun 11705]

1 hour ago, royiv said:

I have a Shar Pei mix (my avatar) and I love that dude so much despite his terrible snoring, allergies, skin problems… he just wants to be in someone’s lap and near humans at all times.

I'm on my 5th Pei and, thankfully, no skin problems yet.  But snoring, snorting, Tasmanian Devil sounds?  Yeah.

But for me it's like living next to train tracks -once you're used to it it's hard to sleep without the sounds.

And on the subject of sweetness/cuddlebuggery, I'll co-sign your comments.

Edited April 17 by Cajun

[Deej 76759]

[NeverMarryAStripper 21899]

Just a PSA for all of you people that have big dogs and keep a poop bag holder clipped to the leash with one of those spring-loaded clips.  Beware if your dog unexpectedly takes off after a squirrel.  Those spring-loaded clips can be hell on your fingers as they whiz through your hands

 

Edited April 18 by NeverMarryAStripper

[Deej 76759]

That's why I pay for a poop valet to walk behind us and clean shit up. 

[MissingInAction 25042]

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Edited April 19 by MissingInAction

[royiv 9292]

57 minutes ago, Deej said:

That's why I pay for a poop valet to walk behind us and clean shit up. 

My wife says that we are our dog’s poop butler.

[Cajun 11705]

 

[MuellerHorn 4229]

My wife and I had to unexpectedly put down our 11 y/o goldendoodle, Belle, today due to a ruptured abdominal tumor and internal bleeding. We rescued her shortly after we got married. We now have two kids under four, and it damn near feels like we lost our third today. I just needed to post about this somewhere, and I don't want to talk about it with people I know yet. So, here you are, Surly. I miss you, girl.

Edited April 20 by MuellerHorn

[MissingInAction 25042]

The best girl.

[Cajun 11705]

Damn.

Just damn.