Let's talk about dogs. Your dogs, my dog, dogs you miss, dogs you don't, dogs you want, and the nutty, hilarious, baffling, infuriating things all our dogs have done and will continue to do.
Dogs.
Dogs.
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Ours we adopted from the Humane Society. Name's Pokie. She's a Carolina Dog with maybe a little Border collie. Definitely has the herding instinct and wants everybody in the house to be in the same room. When just one person is there she's disinterested and sleeps. When everybody's there she can be annoying and wants to wrassle all the time.
Hates other dogs, esp. females, but will let humans punch her in the face and she thinks it's playing. My kids are good with her but they can get rough. She just takes it. But let another dog saunter up and she'll flip.
Otherwise she's a good dog. Is extremely attached to me and will basically follow me around the house constantly. Lies outside the bathroom door when I'm taking a shower. Never really thought I'd like an indoor dog but I can't imagine leaving dogs outside now that we have this one. Very low-maintenance and has only done a couple of nutty things. (She got on our bed once and clawed a small hole in it. Also she refuses to get her nails cut and we've had to sedate her three times to even attempt it. Now we just let them grow and she looks like a canine Edward Scissorhands.) -
We have a golden retriever/yellow lab mix. His name is Wilson and he is a year and a half. His dad was a 70 pound yellow lab and mom is a 60 pound golden retriever. We got the biggest of the litter but didn't expect him to get to 120 pounds! He isn't overweight either, just a big, muscular, athletic, active puppy. He is very smart and catches on to everything very quickly, almost too quickly. I am working on training him to be off leash capable.
He has never met a stranger, loves kids and other dogs, and loves riding shotgun with me going to the farm. He absolutely without a doubt despises cats. Just a few weeks ago he opened the front door while I was cooking and chased a cat down the street. I guess it is partly our fault for not exposing him as a puppy, but it is what it is. He hates the things. Other than that we have had no issues and love every minute of his crazy self. The good news is the vet said he should calm down in the next two years...Comment
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I never imagined an inside dog either, especially not one as big as Wilson. But now that he is in here I can't imagine leaving one outside. He does the same with us, following is around and rarely leaving the room we are in. He will sit and whine outside the bathroom door. A lot of that is him still being young. We let him roam the house during the day while we work and he lays in our bed and looks out the sliding glass door in our bedroom. While we are here we have our door open and the glass storm door so he can lay there and watch the kids play on our street. We now keep that door locked due to the cat incident mentioned above. He loves this snow. He stays outside for hours in it sprinting around the backyard, rolling in it, and jumping after it falling from the sky.
Side note: Outside of the basic tricks, I taught him to sit and stay while I walk a few yards away from him, bend over with his toy like a football center, and after I say "blue 42" he barks so I hike it.Comment
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Rex is a mutt that I think is mostly Cur mixed with something that made him small, he's about 30 lbs in the winter. Small and athletic, Rex has had quite a few adventures throughout his life but so far seems to come along without too much wear. He's been a hellaciously good dog and companion for my aunt and uncle, and stays with them as they live in the country where he can do his thing on the property. Blows my mind that we've had him for about 8 years now. I tried to put a picture on here but the software said my file was too not within limits. Plus crazzed would probably get peeved that I'm posting about puppy dogs and lollipops.Comment
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My Maggie is a wiemer/pit bull mix. She is about to turn 8. Best and most devoted dog I have ever had. I'm WAY to close to her...
Great watchdog.
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As a kid I had a Wiemer/German Shorthaired Pointer mix. He was the product of a breeder trying to figure out why he wasn't getting Weimaraner pups. Dog had more personality than any dog I have ever been around. (I'm sure every owner thinks this) He was really lovable and a damn nuisance. Got stepped on by a Cow (breaking a hind leg) as a puppy and became a house dog. He was a great bird dog for one being trained by people who knew very little about it.
High school sports essentially turned him into my step father's dog and they practically inseparable; but he kept one of my childhood flannel shirts as a chew toy and blankie his entire life.
After my stepfather passed, J-bird held on for a few years moping around the farm; but ultimately seemed to die of a broken heart.
The day we had to put him to sleep (pulmonary adema) was a sad, sad day. The memory remains surprisingly fresh to me.
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Our Crockett is a 10-month-old Australian Shepherd. I think he's finished growing, and he's somewhere between 50-60 lbs. Super smart dog - takes literally three or four attempts at a new trick before he figures things out - but that same quality has also made him a nightmare at times. Super problem solver, and we constantly have to out-think him in almost everything we do.
He was a voracious chewer for a while and did some damage to our porch furniture. He's also an archaeologist; disappears into the woods next to the house and comes back with buried treasure on a monthly, sometimes weekly, basis. Around finals week of last fall, he chewed through the wires going from the cable/phone/internet box into the basement on the back of the house; cut off all services, and proceeded to pull the cable out of the basement - unaware that the other end was attached to the bedroom TV. My wife came home, saw cat-5 cable all over the yard, and found the TV flat on its back and teetering on the edge of the shelf.
He's a full-time outside dog. That fact drew a lot of ire from, well, A LOT of people, but a dog is a dog and is built to do just fine outdoors. We have five acres (plenty of room for him to run) and a nice kennel/doghouse combo that keeps him warm, dry, and safe from whatever. There are times when I'd like to bring him in the house, but a.) he'd wreck the place, and b.) I don't want the house to smell like a dog. We play with him a lot, go on plenty of hikes, and keep him stimulated with new toys and training exercises. He's a handful at times, but an absolute joy. Just interesting as can be to watch. So, so athletic and agile, and he has an exuberance about him that I hope he never loses.
Oh, and he got sprayed in the face by a skunk at point-blank range a week or two ago. That was a fun night. Local groomer was willing to bathe him with some super skunk shampoo, but the smell still lingers a bit to this day (especially when he's wet).Last edited by George; 01-22-2016, 02:50 PM.Comment
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We have a two year old pure-bred shih-tzu named Dexter. He's about eighteen pounds and a furry little guy. Great dog, obedient, curious, very loving, faithful.
I never had a dog before Dex. My dad always refused as I was growing up. I never really understood the "family" tag that so many people give them, but now that I have him, I can't imagine life without him.Comment
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It'll probably stay that way. When I was five or so, my Dad brought me and my siblings home from a movie. We walked around to the backyard just in time to watch Chief, the best dog Dad EVER had, take his last breath. He'd tried to open up and climb through a hole in his kennel fence and managed to hang himself. To this day, I still remember every single detail about that moment.Comment
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Thanks. I was too young to be traumatized by it, but I know exactly what you mean about the memory remaining fresh.
Dad had that dog SO well-trained with a whistle. Chief recognized and responded in different ways to the number of successive blasts, as well as short/long ones. Dog was a whiz. Boykin Spaniel.Comment
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Good dogs. My best friend had one until recently. It died mysteriously. He let it out and a few minutes later it was just dead. HIs girls were heartbroken.
He's still not sure what happened. There'd been stray dogs around; one day one of them attacked the shih-tzu. But when it died there was no blood. No sign of struggle. Nothing.
I've a relative who suggested that it could've gotten into a cyanide trap for coyotes. Ironically, my friend had told me just a few weeks before the dog's death that a neighbor of his had seen coyotes. (He was also outside one day when a fox walked up and just stood there in the yard.) But the lack of blood is odd.
Could've just been a heart attack.
He has since bought another shih-tzu mixed with...something else. Maybe a poodle. The dog's so small you can feel its insides when you hold it.Last edited by Joneslab; 01-22-2016, 03:50 PM.Comment
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The coyote issue is something I've often worried about. Although Rex has been able to hold his own against literally anything he's ever met, and decided he didn't like, there's no way he could get away from a 'yote. For that reason I've gone on our hills and watched for them, hoping to bust one, but I've never had any success.Comment
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