And, that look he gives you is precious... solid gold.
Isn't he a water spaniel?
My new Basenji buddy continues to surprise us both... just as soon as I can swing the token fee to adopt another buddy, we're heading to the shelter.
I planted some gorgeous chrysanthemums for Chloe today- my honey's work group gave them to us. It's time to add to the fandamily here- to do right by Chloe, a rescued dog, we've gotta get another rescue dog.
DD- good on ya for doing what you've done with Doogle. Wish that dog could play with mine... you'd have to hire another shutterbug!
Yeah, I can appreciate the need to minimize the poopelage... you might look at a smaller breed though. Truth be told, dogs ARE pack animals, so they really do need a buddy to have around. Not to mention that one of life's greatest joys is watching a couple of dawgies run, chase and wrestle each other all day! Just ask Wolfie... at the worst, you'd have to just invest in a good scooper and get in the habit of a weekly brown Easter egg hunt.
Doogle apparently is smart enough in many other ways- why dontcha train him to poop in certain places of your yard, mebbe close to a "doggie dooley"? Then, something like chihuahua poop will hardly be noticeable.
Here she was at 8 weeks, 8 pounds on August 26 2012:
And here she is now at 16 weeks old, 25 pounds:
She has decided now that the couch is within easy leaping range that she gets to sleep there.... A few more weeks and she'll be able to make it up onto the bed on her own.... God help us.
Bella pealed the paint off our bedroom walls last night too. We didn't know she was in the room and I asked my wife what the smell was and she said she thought it was me LOL and I told her not this time. She then said it smelled like a sewer so I got up and went to the window but it wasn't outside and when I rounded the bed I found the culprit. It's my fault though because we let her clean off our dinner plates the night before
My dog is a huge mommas boy. If I try to touch my gf while she's on the couch, Mr Face tries to bite. It starts with him whimpering, then snarelling, then he nips my hands, finally he goes for my face.
Thing is, he on;y does this when my gf is on the couch. He sleeps with us and never has an issue.
We're currently working on delivering the neighbour's paper. They have a steep driveway. He runs it up.
He's brings mine in reliably now.
He also plays Cricket with the local kids out on the street on a Sunday afternoon. (No through rd - I supervise). They all love him.
When they really latch on to a big hit and the tennis ball is heading for the drain, we 'release the hound' - Doogle runs it down and fetches it. Then they all run round chasing him until he brings it back to me. Classic dog tales.
Sorry to hear you have lost a friend. It's hard to tell whether quicker is better or longer, to be more prepared. The simple truth is that either way is never easy. Dog Speed.XX
Lost my guy here in Maryland yesterday, too. Calvin is resting peacefully after nearly 17 awesome years - adopted in '96, they guess he was about a year, stuck with me till Nov 5, 2012.
Why dogs don't live as long as people by Robin Downing, DVM
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owner, his wife, and their little boy were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, the owners told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old boy to observe the procedure. They felt he could learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. The little boy seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
The little boy, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, "Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody and being nice, right?" The four-year- old continued, "Well, animals already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
Joe, good buddy, so sorry for your loss. Some dogs obviously CAN smile, our lost Chloe could, and by that pic, your buddy Calvin could too.
Having a caretaker like you all these years, I'm sure he smiled all the time. Here's hoping you find peace soon...
It's been since 9/23 that we lost Chloe- given mine and my GF's work schedule, it's hard to find time when both of us can go look around at the local shelter... I may have to head out there today or tomorrow. I'd REALLY like for her to make the decision though, since it was "her" dog we lost. It's high time to find another "furkid", a play buddy for my guy D'Ogee...
thanks for the quote wolfridgerider... well put... still choking up most days....
easy at work... hard at home... no one to let out, walk, feed....etc.... the house is soooooo quiet
I had lost his older sister (figurative of course) about 3 years ago and i must say it was much much easier... because i had him.... now i have no dogs at the house.... so sad... and a bad time of the year to get pup's..... probably look to rescue again but i'd like to get what i want sometime too but its hard to say how important that really is to me....
thought i had more time... lost him before he was even 10 years old. He was a Valentines Day pup.... 02/14/03 You expect a 45-50 lbs dog to live at least 10-12 years... 17 years... how lucky ratbuell....
My nephew and his wife have a new baby they also have 3 large dogs. I helped Him work on his wifes car a few weeks ago and he had Caleb out in the drive way in a stroller. The three dogs were all on alert one facing in a different direction once in a while they would look back at the baby. I told Jimmie his boy would be raised by a pack of hounds.
That picture is priceless. You MUST have that reproduced, and framed, when you're ready.
For that young'un.
I think I've decided that we're gonna have another furry young'un here, before Thanksgiving- no, wait, I KNOW we should.
First, its been since 9/23 that we lost someone who is irreplaceable. Just a dog, but...
Second, it'll be Thanksgiving. Me and mine will always give thanks, and give, and in this giving, it's time to bring in one more dog, to create a "pack" hopefully with my dog D'Ogee.
Third, doing right by Chloe will require another rescue dog. The local Humane Society has plenty of the needy, and there are a couple or two or three that I've been looking at.
Fourth, my sis and I lost our Mom less than a week before Thanksgiving, 3 years ago. She loved all OUR dogs, as did my great-grandmother, who cooked chicken pulleybones just for "my" dog Lady, a rescued Chihuahua, as I was growing up.
Gotta do right by Mom, and by Chloe.
Pete, losing that dog that looks over your child must be wrenching. When the time comes, hopefully sooner, go getcherself another good dog.
Pete - yes, it was a great, lucky run Calvin and I had. And I can't imagine what you're going through right now - it's odd enough coming home Calvin-less...but I have the girls still (Kelsey, my 6 year old pug, and Morgan, the 3 year old black and white one-eyed whatever/rescue) to keep me occupied and loved. We're getting each other through. Morgan still hunts for Calvin; neither will go near his bowl. But we love each other, and since I'm such a softie they get in bed with me at night and we all sleep in a pile together
It's an older pic, but one of the best of the pair I have (so far). Morgan didn't even have her eye out yet - the blue one on her left is bad so I had the vet remove it so she wouldn't keep hurting herself.