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I don't have a dog. I just have kids. sigh
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sophia jane said:
I have no kids, just dogs.
<---- see pic.
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Can this be a thread for people who HAD dogs?? I had a dog, I loved him...loved him...his name was Ramsey. He was a cockapoo. Absolutely beautiful! He had a personality and an incredible demeanor for a DOG.
He would get this look in his eyes and they would get all red and he would just become like a puppy!!! One day, he got that look in his eyes and we watched as he grab a towel from the bathroom and ran out to the front yard. He started to dig under a tree and hide the towel. When he was done, we went out there and not only were there towels, but, bags of bread...shoes and various other items that were missing!!! He was nuts!! I loved him....I miss him so much.
He would get this look in his eyes and they would get all red and he would just become like a puppy!!! One day, he got that look in his eyes and we watched as he grab a towel from the bathroom and ran out to the front yard. He started to dig under a tree and hide the towel. When he was done, we went out there and not only were there towels, but, bags of bread...shoes and various other items that were missing!!! He was nuts!! I loved him....I miss him so much.
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My dog was the sweetest thing in the world. Several cards short of a full-deck, but loyal to a fault and always loving.
We got him as a rescue dog from people who'd bought him as a puppy and decided they didn't want him as soon as he started growing. He was a big, hyperactive ball of hair who loved people and bounced around all over the shop. I can just imagine the carnage he would've done to a small house. Before they decided to seel him, their solution was to have him castrated. Sensible idea, assuming they'd waited until he was old enough. Instead, they had him done whilst he was far too young. Not only did it not calm him down one iota, it prevented the natural flow of hormones and Basil was a puppy in his head for all his life. Even when he was 14 and with creaky joints, he would still throw himself around like a puppy.
Taking him out for a walk was fun in itself when he was older. He'd realise he was going out and would start bouncing around, bobbing back and forth whilst you collected the leads and bags and coat. Then he'd jostle at your legs whilst you opened the door and rush out, bouncing along, before runnign back to check you were still coming with him, then running on down the road to the stretch of green.
Halfway down the road, age would've caught up with him and he would've realised that he wasn't actually a puppy anymore and would've slowed to a clicky walk. It was the fact that he never learned; he always tore out of the house like he had energy to burn.
The real legacy that his former owners left with him were his phobias. Basil was petrified of everything. The sea, plastic bags, footballs, rugby balls, mice, thunder, lightning, fireworks, airplanes, kites, the concrete monument down the end of our road. He was like Wade from Orson's Farm. He always used to have a very firm idea of where was safe to hide. This was usually the bathroom, where he would work his way in as far behind the toilet as he could and lie there shivering until the thunder/fireworks/airplanes, etc went away.
He was scared of feet. If he was lying down and you moved your feet anywhere near him, then he'd jump up with a scared growl and run into another room. It took me a long time to work out what his previous owners had done to instill that sort of reaction in him. We had him 12 years and still he was scared what our feet might do. More chilling than that, he was petrified of the smell of beer. He wouldn't come anywhere near me if he could smell it on my breath. It makes my blood boil to think of it.
My dog Basil died peacefully a month or so ago, having enjoyed years of being with a family that loved him and who I hope restored some of his trust in humanity.
The Earl
We got him as a rescue dog from people who'd bought him as a puppy and decided they didn't want him as soon as he started growing. He was a big, hyperactive ball of hair who loved people and bounced around all over the shop. I can just imagine the carnage he would've done to a small house. Before they decided to seel him, their solution was to have him castrated. Sensible idea, assuming they'd waited until he was old enough. Instead, they had him done whilst he was far too young. Not only did it not calm him down one iota, it prevented the natural flow of hormones and Basil was a puppy in his head for all his life. Even when he was 14 and with creaky joints, he would still throw himself around like a puppy.
Taking him out for a walk was fun in itself when he was older. He'd realise he was going out and would start bouncing around, bobbing back and forth whilst you collected the leads and bags and coat. Then he'd jostle at your legs whilst you opened the door and rush out, bouncing along, before runnign back to check you were still coming with him, then running on down the road to the stretch of green.
Halfway down the road, age would've caught up with him and he would've realised that he wasn't actually a puppy anymore and would've slowed to a clicky walk. It was the fact that he never learned; he always tore out of the house like he had energy to burn.
The real legacy that his former owners left with him were his phobias. Basil was petrified of everything. The sea, plastic bags, footballs, rugby balls, mice, thunder, lightning, fireworks, airplanes, kites, the concrete monument down the end of our road. He was like Wade from Orson's Farm. He always used to have a very firm idea of where was safe to hide. This was usually the bathroom, where he would work his way in as far behind the toilet as he could and lie there shivering until the thunder/fireworks/airplanes, etc went away.
He was scared of feet. If he was lying down and you moved your feet anywhere near him, then he'd jump up with a scared growl and run into another room. It took me a long time to work out what his previous owners had done to instill that sort of reaction in him. We had him 12 years and still he was scared what our feet might do. More chilling than that, he was petrified of the smell of beer. He wouldn't come anywhere near me if he could smell it on my breath. It makes my blood boil to think of it.
My dog Basil died peacefully a month or so ago, having enjoyed years of being with a family that loved him and who I hope restored some of his trust in humanity.
The Earl
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I don't have a dog, but I have a cat big enough to be one. He needs surgery. 
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for Basil, Ramsey, Lil Girl and all good dogs.
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Honey123 said:
There is also discovering your $80 boots have just been chewed... People normally don't do that.
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brightlyiburn said:I don't have a dog, but I have a cat big enough to be one. He needs surgery.
Is there gastric bypass for cats?
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carsonshepherd said:
Heck if I know.
He's got a condition they sometimes see in young male cats. The tissue in his hip sockets has deteriorated. It's basically like having two broke hips. The vet said she was amazed he could even walk.
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carsonshepherd said:
Indeed, flowers for them all and the poeple who loved them.
My dog is Zoe. She is a Pomeranian and she is quite possibly the cutest dog in the world. I love this dog. She is a perv (Princess Perv) because she steals underpants and leaves them on the front door mat for me to find when unexpected company knocks. Zoe has the cutest personality and she is fun to watch do just about anything. She has feet like the deffers in Dr. Seuss (the fur comes to a little point that turns up). I love this dog. In the picture, she has snow on her fur. It was the first time she had seen snow and it took her about 34 seconds to decide she liked being an indoor pet.
http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-8/805074/PrincessSnowy.JPG
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Quite alright. For a fleeting moment there, I saw "The Cantdog Thread."rikaaim said:
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I have a dog but since I live in an apartment, it's with my parents and I only get to visit it when I take a trip home. I always love it when the dog stares at you for about 5 minutes before jumping up with you onto the bed and then tries to kick you off of it as it gets ready to go to sleep.
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