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monkeynips13
Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Tue, 5th May '09 11:41 AM

YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH DOG

I love my dog. She is a rescue dog who has had four previous owners before me. Though how any one could have parted with her, I don't understand. I have never met a more soulful, loving, gentle creature in my life. Oh well, their loss, my fortune.

When she looks up at me with her big, soulful brown eyes, my heart melts.
When she gives me a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek after I've fed her, I know what true gratitude is.
When I see her rolling around in the grass or chasing bunnies through the sage brush, I know what pure unadulterated joy is.
When she curls up beside me on the sofa, I know what unconditional love is.

lodi
Lodi  (Level: 98.8 - Posts: 2144)
Tue, 5th May '09 11:44 AM

I know its a sin in the eyes of many who say you are only supposed to worship one dog, but I worship 4 dogs.

monkeynips13
Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Tue, 5th May '09 11:51 AM

I see no problem with that. I too amd polydogmatic

jank0614
Jank0614  (Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4597)
Tue, 5th May '09 12:13 PM

hahahaha

My mixed up mostly white but with strange small areas of black on her face mid-sized terrier, Shaggy (or twister as she is now known throughout my neighborhood), is a rescue dog of sorts. Someone dumped her by my school 2 years ago, and after 3 days of running around, begging, I opened the car door and she jumped right on in like it was hers. So I gave it to her.

On my 2 acres there, she chased cars and all birds relentlessly, like a never tiring, never sleeping, mind-numbed dog-robot. That was her self-appointed job to escort every car passing my house. She never hung with the other animals, she never needed me or wanted to be friendly. Never unfriendly. Just a dog with a new home and a mission. I never saw her sleep - or even lie down. I actually never saw her eat. She would start - but then one of them doggone cars would pass and she was off like lightning for escort service (haha).

Anyway, in the past 6 months here, she has made the most unexpected change. We are in the country, a car an hour passing maybe, but a golf course behind the house. Now she escorts golfers down the fenceline. But the big deal is - she has finally decided she loves me. Now she also sniffs and rubs noses with the other dogs and cats, and now she is ready to cuddle and hug and be my baby, too.

Between her and the finally tamed Kitty Baby (the some-assembly-required kitten that came with the house), my little family is loving and peaceful. It doesn't get any better than that!

tuzilla
Tuzilla  (Level: 134.2 - Posts: 3779)
Tue, 5th May '09 12:34 PM

I have had many dogs as pets over the years. I don not have one at the present. The most memorable is Smoky, a Weimaraner. The intelligence of this breed is off the chart compared to most others. We were constantly in awe of the things he could learn and do, right or wrong.
The one thing I learned long ago is to feed you dogs a good diet of quality dog food with a minimum of human food added only on occasion. You may think you are loving and treating them with all those table scraps and human treats, but you are most assuring that your time with your pet will be cut shorter according to most veterinarians.

jank0614
Jank0614  (Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4597)
Tue, 5th May '09 1:03 PM

That's so true!

A very strange thing about Shaggy. A retired teacher up the street, who walks the course every day, spoke with me last weekend. He told me he actually brought steak scraps down to Shaggy, and she refused them. She's the strangest dog. I don't know how anyone could ever train her. She refuses treats - even steak and bacon????!!!!!

lodi
Lodi  (Level: 98.8 - Posts: 2144)
Tue, 5th May '09 1:14 PM

Clyde is a 180 lb, 12 year old yellow lab/Great Pyrenese mix. He's old, half crippled, and has exceeded his life span. Table scraps seem to have not affected him. I got him as a puppy from the humane society - had no idea he was going to be this big.

Bucket is a mix of whatever. He's about 5 - looks like he has schnauzer, shitzu, and cocker spaniel in him. Also a rescue dog.

Toby & Jojo are our latest rescue dogs - two registered weimaraner half brothers. They are real characters, as typical of the breed. We only have them because our previous rescue weim, Pepper, had a stroke when she was 5. And we only had her because our first weim, Wyatt, died when he was 12. Probably from the table scraps.

My sister is trying to get us to take in a young rescued St. Bernard but I don't think I can do it. We also have cats & horses and frankly, I'm maxed out. Thankfully, the dog is in California with her because if I saw it, I know I couldn't say no.



foogs
Foogs  (Level: 267.9 - Posts: 848)
Tue, 5th May '09 1:29 PM


Dog is just a crutch for people who can't accept reality.

goddess28
Goddess28  (Level: 92.6 - Posts: 5236)
Tue, 5th May '09 1:33 PM

I have cats that I adore...can't have dogs where I live. I have had dogs, but I don't favor them.

tuzilla
Tuzilla  (Level: 134.2 - Posts: 3779)
Tue, 5th May '09 1:44 PM

Reality is only a concept, and often overrated.

Dog is love.

Lodi, you need a zoo license. Reminds me of my old Miller Rd. home. Parakeets, tropical fish, hamsters, 3 rescue dogs (Airedale mix, some kind of terrier and a German shorthair mix, 3 rescue cats, one black and 2 calico sisters. My lot was a half wooded 2+ acres within the city, and home to rabbits, squirrels, coon, possum, mice, moles, the occasional skunk and deer. I had a variety of bird feeders that let me catalogue 35 different bird species...pretty impressive for inner city feeding. BTW...I did evict the moles whenever possible. The cats handled the mice really well, inasmuch as this 100-year old plus former farmhouse with a stone foundation rarely ever saw an interior mouse.

smoke
Smoke  (Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Tue, 5th May '09 1:50 PM

Hey, you with the cats - you have no business posting to this thread and it should be deleted.

Lodi's dogs are wonderful, every one. I too have a dual weimaraner household, but not for much longer. We've been stalling on Molly but it really can't be put off any longer, she's losing bladder control and I'm not able to clean up after her. We'll probably say goodbye to Molly on Saturday and be down to Angus and Buster for a while.

Angus is 11 and I'm going to give him all the love and attention Buster will allow for whatever time he's got left. He's still in pretty good shape, in spite of table scraps and people food but as Lodi and Steve can tell you they age really fast at the end.

I thought weims were the most nuts dogs in the world until I got Buster. Little sucker is scary smart and he's got two favorite games - Mommy Can't Catch Me (played up and down the block through backyards and into the street) and Let's Make Confetti, which involves toilet paper, shoes, reading glasses, beer cans and tree limbs, though a wide variety of substitutions are made.

I adore him beyond all reason.

knerd
Knerd  (Level: 99.0 - Posts: 1141)
Tue, 5th May '09 2:15 PM

My rescue dog is part Daschund and part Whippet - does that not seem an unlikely combo? His name is Weezer and he is the sweetest dog - and hilarious! He is always entertaining us in new ways. He thinks he is a big dog and is always challenging the chows across the street (which thankfully are fenced in). He always has his nose to the ground on our many walks - rabbits are hopping right past him - he's not a very good hunter. He has a lot of human and cat traits that make us laugh. Mostly, he is a loving creature - extremely affectionate and loyal. And he is a little spoiled, although I do like to keep his food treats limited to dog treats - they make great ones now - my son tried one not too long ago (sweet potato and chicken) and said it wasn't bad.

jeannette
Jeannette  (Level: 111.1 - Posts: 1736)
Tue, 5th May '09 2:27 PM

i dont have a pet at moment ,my last dog trixie (already named rescue dog)was a cross between a springer spanial and border collie ,couldnt catch for toffee loved curry, biscuits which had to be broken up she was a lady after all,big brown eyes and would sit in the corner sulking if i told her off lol.the black lab would play the same game as smokes buster .and didnt come back untill he was good and ready .we had numerous pets when growing up most of them mother rescued ,we used to fined them on the doorstep ,people around us knew she would never turn a animal away .i have to thank her for teaching us the value of loving animals as much as they love us .there happy when we are and allways know when we,re down and make us feel better with there love .i miss getting home and being greeted with happy barks and big sloppy kisses and being covered in hairs lol yes even that .

smaug
Smaug  (Level: 141.2 - Posts: 2772)
Tue, 5th May '09 2:29 PM


I have a Golden Retriever and hate it when she scoots her ass across the carpet.

I should never have let her see me do that.













Sorry, I've used that joke before but it cracks me up.

tresgatos
Tresgatos  (Level: 205.1 - Posts: 4199)
Tue, 5th May '09 2:40 PM

Donna,
I'm very sorry to hear that you'll probably be saying goodbye to Molly on Saturday. It's always so hard to lose a furry companion, even when you know it's for the best.

-- Geri

titansgal
Titansgal  (Level: 17.6 - Posts: 35)
Tue, 5th May '09 3:52 PM

Donna - So sorry to hear about Molly. These critters take a piece of our heart, don't they! Nearly one year ago I lost my 20 yr old mixed terrier, "E.B" (Excess Baggage - we took her in as the 4th of 5 dogs and she outlived all but one) and I think of her everyday, as I do all the critters who've shared my life. I now have only 15 yr old Daisy, a sheepdog mix of some sort. She has metal plates in her rear legs(severe arthritis) and has gone totally deaf in the past six months but she's fine and at my side at all times. Dare I say that I have 2 great cats, Sadie and Olive (guess not on this particular thread).....I'm always suspicious of anyone who doesn't like animals. I see it as a character flaw!

Smaug - Thanks again for yet another chuckle; at very least, you always make me smile. About the butt scooting: your dog probably needs her anal glands expressed. Several of my dogs, especially the smaller guys, have had a similar problem from time to time. If you're not familiar, check it out online. Peace.

goddess28
Goddess28  (Level: 92.6 - Posts: 5236)
Tue, 5th May '09 3:57 PM

David will be devastated about Molly and Angus. He grew up with those dogs and I don't have the heart to tell him.
Mom, I am so sorry for your doggies are sick. I will never forget Angus coming to my house to visit and being told he could not sit on the couch. THAT DOG actually walked up to my couch and RESTED one cheek on my couch. You should have seen his face, you could see it in his eyes "what? you didn't say anything about leaning on it?" It was priceless! There are pictures of it somewhere.

lodi
Lodi  (Level: 98.8 - Posts: 2144)
Tue, 5th May '09 4:14 PM

haha, our old weim, Wyatt, used to do that. Cept he would get 3 feet on, with the 4th one on the floor and then stand and look at you like that.

jeannette
Jeannette  (Level: 111.1 - Posts: 1736)
Tue, 5th May '09 4:17 PM

im sorry too about molly lots of hugs to you all .

smoke
Smoke  (Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Tue, 5th May '09 4:43 PM

Thanks, all, I appreciate the empathey, I know all of us are familiar with the pain of letting one of our furry family members go.

Sheri, David will understand that they're old and suffering. Angus is fine, he doesn't even know he's old, but you can see his years on him, can't believe how dark his coat has gone in the past couple years. He used to be platinum and now he's pewter and close to lead.

I'll have to try to find those pictures, he was so funny! He'd sidle up to a couch (he did it everywhere we went) and cock one leg and rest one buttcheek on the couch, 3 feet on the floor and look at you like, "how 'bout this much?" He was about 6-7 months then. He liked to play Mommy Can't Catch Me back then but he go over it and learned to listen. When I yell really loud like I mean it.

We're prepared for Molly's end, she's had serious health issues for a couple of years, but we've given her a great life compared to what she knew before and she's been a happy dog - still is even though she's sick and in pain a lot. Dumbest dog I ever knew but what she lacks in smarts she makes up for in sweet. If she knows you. Gotta love her.

donden
Donden  (Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Tue, 5th May '09 4:54 PM

Our Lab Murray is 11 now and is showing some signs of age. He sometimes needs help getting in the Liberty but hurts even worse if I leave without him. He does a little dance at the foot of the stairs before he actually goes up and sometimes says "The hell with it" and goes in and crawls in his "house" (crate). Oddly enough his hips are ok but his hind knees are worn out. We have him on glucosamine and he gets a 75mg Deramaxx every other day which helps him a lot.

smoke
Smoke  (Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Tue, 5th May '09 5:15 PM

So glad to hear Murray's hanging in, Don! I think of him often and wonder how he's doing. Thanks for the info about glucosamine, too, think I'll put Angus on a supplement. His hips are fine too, only health problem he ever had was seasonal skin allergies - dang dog's allergic to fleas and even with Advantage he gets just enough bites to make his lower front legs flare up and lose hair twice a year.

Our dear old Dobersheperman Bart, who said goodbye a few months back, had bad hips inherited from his mother, and for his last year when he was falling down a lot I had a leather belt I kept on hand to slip under him and help him up.

Keeping it handy, may need it myself soon.

sandracam
Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Tue, 5th May '09 8:36 PM

It's so hard losing a dog. Many of you know that I lost my beloved Sarah last fall (right before my dad). I'm afraid to get another as I fear I would constantly compare them--not fair. She was a wonderful terrier mix, died at 13. Could walk her downtown without a leash and she would stay at my side. Someone dumped her in my yard when she was a puppy. Great friend.
I lost Chaney, a Border Collie mix also at 13 a few years ago. She was too smart (mischevious) for anyone's own good and was a complete blast. Sarah was never really the same after Chaney died.

donden
Donden  (Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Tue, 5th May '09 9:07 PM

Sandra, when our first Lab died we weren't going to get another for the same reason until a friend mentioned that old Buddy would
be happy that we thought so much of him that we got another like him. Over the years we have done some comparisons but never who was better. Just how they were the same or different in some respects. When Murray leaves us we probably won't get another big Lab though. They demand too much exercise and that is something we are finding harder and harder to do. Probably will adopt from the local Humane Society which we have been supporting for years. Hell, what am I talking about? I'm going to be 72 next Monday. Murray might have to adopt. LOL

crazy4games
Crazy4games  (Level: 123.0 - Posts: 1020)
Tue, 5th May '09 10:22 PM

I've had many many pets over the years, including kitties, rabbits, racoons, and a duck named Dizzy.
Right now we have only Gizmo, a 10 year old German Shepherd/Black Lab mix, with the purest heart of a puppy.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, always ready to play.
On the days when I'm having a hard time dragging my arse outta bed, I'll hear Ingo (my better half), say "Go get mommy".
That's Gizmo's cue to race upstairs, and leap onto the bed and roll and root and shove until I actually have no choice but to get up. Or, if my feet happen to be sticking out from the blanket, well, I stand no chance at all.

Absolutely no people food for Gizmo, seeing what it's done to me.. He's healthy and fit, and takes me for walks.
Loves to go in the car, and it breaks my heart when we have to leave him at home, but it's worth it when we arrive back home to that greeting!

He is definitely the light of my life.

sherilynn1962
Sherilynn1962  (Level: 116.2 - Posts: 372)
Tue, 5th May '09 11:27 PM

Bofus is a 13 year old Airedale Terrier. My husband brought him home when he was 4 weeks old. Bofus was Andy's payment for doing a tax return for a guy he knew. Bofus was as stuck-up as they come when he was a baby, but turned into the most wonderful animal we could ever have owned. He sired many Airedale puppies - we had people come from all over the West Coast to purchase them.

He is now considered geriatric. He is half blind and half deaf. We call him "death breath". But he's still the most wonderful animal ever. We don't mind sharing the couch with him - he jumps right up and lays his head where ever he feels comfortable. He hates our hardwood floors and has never walked through the entire house. He loves our cat and lets her lay with him any time. He insists on having a carrot every time he comes in after going outside to potty, and boy do we hear about it if we run out!

We've been so blessed to have him. He is family. Can't even imagine life without him.

godwit
Godwit  (Level: 78.9 - Posts: 435)
Tue, 5th May '09 11:42 PM

Take my Bo and Portuguese water dogs quiz that just came out. PWD's are pretty cool. Maybe a hard quiz but I think fun and interesting.

My neighbor's rescue Shepherd is the most masculine, gorgeous Shepherd I've ever seen. I used to see them walk him and wonder what they did to make him so gorgeous. Later her cat got hit by a car and I met her when I stopped to let her know. It turns out she's a diet specialist at a hospital so her pets get super great diets. No wonder his coat and health is so spectacular! He's hilarious. When I stop by, he starts howling and jumping around and looking for his master. Like, "She's here! Hey you guys! Come out and see!" It's too sweet.

I put my non-dog furred companions not to be mentioned in the dog thread, on organic, natural food a year ago and cannot believe the difference! Their coats are so plush, and colorful and healthy. It's well worth the extra bit of bucks. Not Science Diet or Iam's but true organic from a natural health store. I figure if I can see such an amazing difference on the outside, their insides must be benefiting too.

Sending regrets for those who have aging and sick dogs. It's unfair they have such short lifespans! I think it is incredibly hard, but the right, loving thing, to let them go, before they suffer too much. Most people, say vets, wait too long. So let the angels be with you while you let your friend go.

lodi
Lodi  (Level: 98.8 - Posts: 2144)
Wed, 6th May '09 12:27 AM

Every morning when I go out into the garage and Clyde looks up from his mattress (yes, he's big enough that he has to have his own full size mattress), I am filled with disappointment that he hasn't passed on in his sleep and then a rush of relief runs through me that he is still alive.

I admit it. I'm too chickensh** to make that decision. I admire all of you who are brave enough.

I think I'm going to go hang out in the garage for a while.

jank0614
Jank0614  (Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4597)
Wed, 6th May '09 12:34 AM

I've found it surprising to reach an age when you look at your animals and think either what age you will be when they reach the end of their natural lives......or you contemplate that the animals you love right now may outlive you.

(It's kind of like the feeling that I may never live to see any tree I plant now fully grown. So my son led me to tree types that grow fast! haha)



lodi
Lodi  (Level: 98.8 - Posts: 2144)
Wed, 6th May '09 12:53 AM

Well my bonding moment with Clyde was ruined as I stepped barefoot out into the garage and one of the cats had left me a "gift" of mouse organs that oozed through my bare toes.



godwit
Godwit  (Level: 78.9 - Posts: 435)
Wed, 6th May '09 1:30 AM

lol. That's the ultimate bonding moment, for a cat. lol.
Probably meant to console and strengthen you.
Or...was already offered to dog, by way of comfort. Then dragged to...

well...never mind. I'm sure the intent was loving.

lodi
Lodi  (Level: 98.8 - Posts: 2144)
Wed, 6th May '09 1:31 AM

Mouse spleen = kitty Hallmark card?

barnierubble
Barnierubble  (Level: 93.9 - Posts: 637)
Wed, 6th May '09 1:34 AM

We have two rescue dogs, both Podencos, called Barney (What else) and Bianca ( Shortened to Binky). Barney came off the Campo after about 2 months of being a stray, now with us for over 5 years, whilst Binky came from a dogs home, where she had been for months, after extreme abuse by her previous owner. Barney settled in, and took over the house immediately, but Binky, now with us for a year, has only just learned how to trust us, and what is worse, is still learning how to play. Both of them are so gentle, all our grandchildren love them, and my wife and I would not be without them now. Actually, Barney got his name from the people who he first followed home, a Swiss neighbour saying he was Bonny, which they mis-heard, and so we kept the name when he adopted us.

godwit
Godwit  (Level: 78.9 - Posts: 435)
Wed, 6th May '09 1:58 AM

Sweet. Glad u found each other.
Mom was in rescue many years. She says it takes even two years for an abused animal to show clear signs of recovery and play. She always says give them lots of time. Doesn't mean they don't feel loved or safe. Just...healing can be slower than we wish. I have a stray cat who had a broken knee and was near skeletal when she emerged from the woods meowing for help ...now she's plush and so affectionate. But it's only recently, that's two years later, she's starting to learn how to play.

Part of it too is the other cat is more playful and assertive...sometimes I think I should give the stray private play time. In comparison to the other active, playful kitty, maybe it makes her less likely to leap in??

Yea! Perfect. Kitty Hallmark Card. Or mom's homemade apple pie served ni...well, you know. Trying to nourish and comfort you.

I don't know how we come to the balance between recognizing they need to go. And being able to find it in ourselves to let that happen. It's tough. I guess everyone has to choose for themselves. There are some vets who will come to your house and let you be right in the house with the animal in its last moments. Not that sterile vet room. That seems very very kind, to me, for both animal and person. What's really tough is animals don't really show their suffering. Sometimes they are hurting more than we realize. They are wizards at hiding it. They feel anyway like they should be there for US. Wishing you strength that comes from all the love and memories you share...



nanpaulhus
Nanpaulhus  (Level: 139.2 - Posts: 340)
Wed, 6th May '09 2:15 AM

Smaug: Your pun after the joke (it cracks me up) was better than the joke itself.

As a dyslexic atheist, I, too, often lie awake at night and wonder if there IS a DOG

*Disclaimer: Although dyslexic at times, I am not an atheist. Remember, dyslexics are teople poo.

bobolicios
Bobolicios  (Level: 118.8 - Posts: 1745)
Wed, 6th May '09 9:54 AM

You people are going to be mad. I am not a dog lover, maybe cats they are more independent. I have had many dogs and they are messy, smelly and annoying. Sorry, folks I have a truth serum injection at present. I love kids and babies though. I will tell you why. I currently live with my daushter, and son-in-law they have two dogs. They do their business in the house. The siberian husky jumps on everyone and can't be taught by me not too. They got the shitzu from a dying relative who was a kennel dog and is afraid of everything and too dumb to learn. So experience has soured me on dogs. I end up feeding them and giving them exercise because daughter and son-n-law are too lazy. There have at me.

clevercloggs
Clevercloggs  (Level: 27.4 - Posts: 1246)
Wed, 6th May '09 10:33 AM

I have a 12 year old Staff called Saxon. I've only had him six months, they were going to put him down otherwise. He's a lovely dog, great company. I used to have a huge German Shepherd called Saracen, the best friend i ever had. He's been gone several years now, but i remember him every day. He is buried in my back garden with a name plate, flowers, and a couple of solar lights marking his resting place. I would never have a young dog again, i know in my heart nothing could ever compare with Saracen.

smoke
Smoke  (Level: 96.7 - Posts: 12009)
Wed, 6th May '09 10:38 AM

Sorry, I fail to see how dogs are messier, smellier or more annoying than babies.

bobolicios
Bobolicios  (Level: 118.8 - Posts: 1745)
Wed, 6th May '09 11:12 AM

No they aren't messier, I think the problem is that these dogs are not trained or well behaved, neither are the owners! Ha Ha
It is just when I move I will not be getting a dog. Maybe a cat but not a dog.

nanpaulhus
Nanpaulhus  (Level: 139.2 - Posts: 340)
Wed, 6th May '09 11:40 AM

Bobolicious:

OK, you got me. Cats I don't get though... my indoor cat (1) decided to bypass the litter box to do his business in my tub each and every time. MY TUB? uh - uh. gone gone cat cat
My very messy dog has learned not to mess in the house. However, he is indeed smelly, as are his toys. BUT he does not make me sneeze, one up over the cat. HA

My dog is teachable right now... still under 2 years old. I'm holding out hope......but I think I am spending more time training the dog than I did my kids. Which is a real problem now, since they will all be living with me again by the end of the week... finals being over at the universitiese. ACK (Just kidding I love my children. You will see less of me here, though, as they will confiscat the internet computer and leave me to the other one).



godwit
Godwit  (Level: 78.9 - Posts: 435)
Wed, 6th May '09 2:12 PM

Truth serum? A dog won't learn from someone with your attitude. Take it (and you) to Dog Obedience school. Then you and the dog will gain a common language, get an understanding, and get along great. As it is, you're trying to "train" a creature for whom you feel contempt and frustration. Ain't gonna work.

bobolicios
Bobolicios  (Level: 118.8 - Posts: 1745)
Wed, 6th May '09 2:15 PM

They aren't my animals so and the feeling I have is that my daughter should do that. She won't but like I said it has made me think twice about getting a dog on my own. They are alot of work and just like caring for anything it takes a commitment. Please don't think harshly of me I was just being honest. It seems americans care more about their dogs than anything.

sherilynn1962
Sherilynn1962  (Level: 116.2 - Posts: 372)
Wed, 6th May '09 3:13 PM

What's a Podenco?



godwit
Godwit  (Level: 78.9 - Posts: 435)
Wed, 6th May '09 3:17 PM

It's true that badly behaved dogs can be seriously annoying. Maybe at the very least your daughter can watch a couple of rounds of The Dog Whisperer. He is great at showing how small changes in human behavior really bring an animal around. I think it's exciting and fun for most people the day they realize if they just make a few little changes, they can have a whole new level of connection and command with an animal.

I hope you don't deny yourself the intense joy and function of having a dog, just because these particular ones are not well cared for and trained. You're right though any thing we bring into our lives-- person, pet or machine, requires a commitment. Maybe you're right a dog is not for you. I hope you don't decide that based just on this one bad experience, though. I can see some bratty screaming kid and think,"WOW, glad I don' t have one of those."

Re Saracen. How fantastic you had such a wonderful relationship. That seems to me a real treasure and memory. I think...sometimes what we discover is if we meet a new dog who makes our heart happy, that dog will never, ever replace or be the same as that Saracen we so loved. But the new dog will have a new and unique relationship with us. That could be such a happiness, that maybe we are denying ourselves. Sounds like Saracen was a special, once in a lifetime connection and love that will never be lost. I just...imagine if you have such a heart of love for a dog, there IS another dog out there for you.

lodi
Lodi  (Level: 98.8 - Posts: 2144)
Wed, 6th May '09 3:24 PM

Godwit, you're kinda awesome.

mrbojangles
Mrbojangles  (Level: 16.6 - Posts: 231)
Wed, 6th May '09 3:47 PM

My dog keeps watching me in the bed. He wants to learn how to beg. - Rodney Dangerfield

oogie54
Oogie54  (Level: 201.7 - Posts: 1120)
Wed, 6th May '09 8:27 PM

Oh dog mad

bobolicios
Bobolicios  (Level: 118.8 - Posts: 1745)
Wed, 6th May '09 8:35 PM

Yeah maybe you guys are right. Maybe I just dislike these dogs and am frustrated because daughter and son-in-law have allowed them to be the way they are. It isn't their fault, they are so lazy I have to feed them most times. But it is frustrating, I used to really love dogs. I always wanted a lab, or retriever like I said this experience has made me not want a dog.

tuzilla
Tuzilla  (Level: 134.2 - Posts: 3779)
Wed, 6th May '09 8:38 PM

What do you call a dog that is learning impaired/incapable, aloof, and destroys furniture unless surgical altered?
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A cat.

clevercloggs
Clevercloggs  (Level: 27.4 - Posts: 1246)
Thu, 7th May '09 1:34 AM

Saracen was with me at a very hard time in my life, that probably means i miss him more than is "natural". Not that i'm apologising for that of course. My mobility is not what it was, and it isn't going to get any better, so having a young dog would not be a sensible course of action for me to take. Saxon and i shuffle around the local park once or twice a day, that's about enough for both of us. One of my daughters works at a Staff sanctuary in her spare time, there's a never ending supply of "Saxons" i'm afraid. Dave

barnierubble
Barnierubble  (Level: 93.9 - Posts: 637)
Thu, 7th May '09 1:52 AM

Try Googling PODENCO, there are several sights about them. If you can imagine an Egyptian Hound (PHAROAH Hunting Dog), transport it to the island of IBIZA, call it an IBIZAN HOUND, then take it to SPAIN, what else would you call it but a PODENCO. LOL

osuzannacollage
Osuzannacollage  (Level: 132.1 - Posts: 1299)
Thu, 7th May '09 2:00 AM


Clevercloggs, that is truly a lovely and heartwarming story about Saracen. How much you must miss your special friend! It's certainly a blessing that you found each other, and that you have such enduring memories. Love is love. Sometimes we find the unconditional kind with a four-legged nonhuman. That special bond is still there, even when our beloved pet has gone to Heaven. I'm truly happy for you that you've experienced that incredible unity!

My once-in-a-lifetime bond was with a soulmate of the kitty variety. Allie is and will always be with me. She has my heart. I count my blessings that we wandered into each other's lives, and that we both had the great sense to select each other. The trick, over time, is to learn how to celebrate and not mourn. That time will come.

Thank God we're at a stage of human existence wherein we have shelters and adoptions!

davidf
Davidf  (Level: 102.1 - Posts: 746)
Thu, 7th May '09 7:29 AM

What about the rabbits that are chased, I am guessing it does not please them to be surprised with uncompromising violence, unless of course they are caught and become best friends

clevercloggs
Clevercloggs  (Level: 27.4 - Posts: 1246)
Thu, 7th May '09 9:21 AM

The chances of Saxon catching a rabbit are right up there with me snaring Shakira.

salzypat
Salzypat  (Level: 156.5 - Posts: 5316)
Thu, 7th May '09 8:33 PM

Godwit, thanks for the info about your mother's advice on caring for abused dogs. All three of my are rescues - two of them were literally snatched from death within hours. My German shepherd is so hyper, even with exercise, that it can be exhausting.

My little Australian shepherd/sheltie, or whatever he is, is so frightened of absolutely everything. It's almost impossible to train him because he will not accept food from me. I have to put it down and go off and leave it and after about 5 minutes he'll come eat it. Since I retired in August, he has become a lot better and I am seeing improvements,, however tiny. Because of what you said, Godwit, I'll continue to be patient with him and just be grateful for the little steps forward we make. It will be 2 years in September that I've had him.

Cheyenne is my pit bull/chocolate Lab cross who was horribly burned by her former owner. The animal shelter took her away from him. God only knows what horrendous abuse he subjected her to, or why. She was at first a foster dog in my home, and I just fell in love with her. I did try to place her in 2 homes but she didn't work out and each time she came back to me, she just about wiggled out of her skin with excitement. I decided we were just meant for each other. She's one of the sweetest dogs I've ever had and extremely smart.


I just know that when they are in the kennel and I'm in the house alone, it's really very lonesome.


salzypat
Salzypat  (Level: 156.5 - Posts: 5316)
Thu, 7th May '09 8:39 PM

I first posted this in the pet owners group, which I don't think many people visit. I just remember what my dog did for me and how important she was in our lives.

It was probably the mid 1960s and in the middle of a bitter-cold winter. The old house we lived in with our 4 small boys had plenty of air holes and it was difficult to heat the house. The only heat we had was a propane wall furnace in the living room.

I was the last one to bed at probably midnight, after making a last check on all of the sleeping boys. I had put my German shepherd outside for a few minutes and brought her in just before I crawled under the bed covers. Dixie always slept on the floor beside me. It seemed like just moments later, Dixie was licking my face and nudging me. I just couldn't wake up so I kept shoving her aside thinking she surely didn't need to go out again so soon.

But Dixie persisted pushing her cold nose into my face and licking me and pushing on me. Finally, exasperated, I crawled reluctantly out of the bed and into the cold air, which helped wake me up a little more..

Once I was awake enough to think, I realized there was a strong smell of propane in the house. I shook my husband awake and ran to check on the boys and then threw open the doors and windows.

I finally looked at the clock; it was after 4 a.m. I turned the furnace clear down and turned on the electric oven. I piled more blankets on the boys and I sat up the rest of night opening the doors every little while to make sure the air stayed fresh. By 7 a.m. the gas company crew was going on duty and I called them.

They came right out and it turned out there was a cracked firebox on the wall furnace. They insisted I take the children and go to my parents' house immediately while they fixed the furnace. At first I hesitated, and the technician told me he would not be held responsible if we spent another minute in that house until that furnace was fixed.

I am certain if it had not been for Dixie pawing at me and licking me, we would most likely have all died that night.


rowlanda
Rowlanda  (Level: 70.0 - Posts: 2856)
Fri, 8th May '09 12:31 AM

Well Done Dixie....
What would we have done without our Saltzypat
Her caring for people and animals, her humour,
and all the information she passes on to us.

tresgatos
Tresgatos  (Level: 205.1 - Posts: 4199)
Fri, 8th May '09 1:26 AM

That's a wonderful story about Dixie, Pat! Thanks for sharing! And as Rowlanda says, I'm so thankful she roused you and that your family was saved. But I think you also deserve some credit. You paid attention to her. You realized she was trying to communicate something important to you. Here's to Pat and Dixie, two shining stars!

-- Geri

godwit
Godwit  (Level: 78.9 - Posts: 435)
Fri, 8th May '09 2:54 AM

Thanks for the replies guys I sometimes wait too late to post and then say something and then go off to sleep. Sorry! It's a wonderful thread here...wonderful stories and sharing. I totally believe you that your whole family may have perished without that loyal dog to wake you up. I agree too that lots of people don't pay attention when a blessing comes.

I lived in New Orleans during/after the hurricane/flood and there were some amazing, heartwarming stories, lots of them, about animals who saved humans. One policeman rode his horse back into the flood waters over and over and over again, looking for people, until, they say, both horse and policeman were swept away by exhaustion. There's two heroes. And a donkey! A little donkey came alongside a pregnant woman, swam under her somehow and got her on his back...she was unconscious at the time. He must have swam for hours, and then she was still on his back when some rescuers spotted him walking along the highway, on high ground. Far outside the city. So she and her baby were okay. As was the donkey, last I heard.

I remember a story about the California fires, where firemen found the charred remains of some kind of bird. She died with her wings outspread, she was on the ground by a tree stump. They went over and under her wings, they found live chicks. The mom bird had saved them by using her body and wings to shield them. Even in our dumpster one day--this gets tricky because so many people hate raccoons...but three of them got stuck in our dumpster after the truck emptied it. They can't get the lid back open, from the inside. I opened the lid, and the big one ...no kidding I love animals but this really shocked me...the big one got up on its hind legs, with its back to the two smaller ones, and put her body in front of them. It really touched my heart. (I got them out, by the way. You find a long thick branch or piece of wood, put it into the dumpster, step back, and let them crawl up the stick to the top. I wear gloves if I can grab some, since a wild animal is still a WILD animal. I know that they know I'm trying to help them. But...sometimes they could be sick or scared or hungry and not so cooperative. So...be careful. Some companies/people are installing little wood blocks right inside the dumpsters, so that animals can get out on their own.I mean it was really short sighted of us...dumpsters are designed so animals/small kids can get IN. But not back out.)...anyway... sorry I sometimes go off on a tangent...
I was so inspired by the sharing here, about the bravery and goodness of animals.

My mom had my cat...it was a stray I rescued out of the rain when I was a teenager. Then I went off to life, and the cat became mom's close friend. They went for walks together all the time in the woods around the house, and that cat, not once but several times, jumped in front of mom to get between mom and a snake. Then the cat would herd mom around a different way. Like Pat, mom is a kind of kindred spirit who listens.

It seems like animals...seem to realize we have limitations. So they step in to help us out. We're not only cherished by them, but protected. Despite our imperfections.

Thanks for warming my evening. Now I'll go to bed with a smile. Hope you do, too.


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