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I forgot about Aja. Here’s a pic on her first day with me.
Texican
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For Dennis.
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Everyone has “a story" but I will add my own personal anecdote with my GSD, 4yr old Maggie, which may shed some insight.
GSD are beautiful dogs. Loyal, fun, rewarding to spend time with, who have a real understanding of your need for some personal space
Other than being a rescue from a working line of security bred GSD, the only training Maggie has received is socialisation and obedience.
One day while driving I had to pull up at lights.
A would-be thief raced over and reached into the open passenger window to tried to grab any loose valuables from the car.
Maggie lunged immediately for the man's throat. He was saved by the fact that I keep her tied in the back to stop her going through the windshield in the case of an accident.
As you can see, in this case it also meant she was a hair's breadth away from this ill-advised and greatly surprised criminal.
The defense of personal space and their “pack" seems to be innate in the breed, especially the females, if what most GSD owners report is even somewhat factual.
She received the meatiest of all bones that day as a reward.
Dogs are amazing creatures.
EDIT: Thank you for all the wonderful comments. Many of you expressed concern that Maggie was unsafe in the car. I took some pictures in her Big Girl harness on the way to the park and then on the way home, damp, tired but oh so happy
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Everyone has “a story" but I will add my own personal anecdote with my GSD, 4yr old Maggie, which may shed some insight.
GSD are beautiful dogs. Loyal, fun, rewarding to spend time with, who have a real understanding of your need for some personal space
Other than being a rescue from a working line of security bred GSD, the only training Maggie has received is socialisation and obedience.
One day while driving I had to pull up at lights.
A would-be thief raced over and reached into the open passenger window to tried to grab any loose valuables from the car.
Maggie lunged immediately for the man's throat. He was saved by the fact that I keep her tied in the back to stop her going through the windshield in the case of an accident.
As you can see, in this case it also meant she was a hair's breadth away from this ill-advised and greatly surprised criminal.
The defense of personal space and their “pack" seems to be innate in the breed, especially the females, if what most GSD owners report is even somewhat factual.
She received the meatiest of all bones that day as a reward.
Dogs are amazing creatures.
EDIT: Thank you for all the wonderful comments. Many of you expressed concern that Maggie was unsafe in the car. I took some pictures in her Big Girl harness on the way to the park and then on the way home, damp, tired but oh so happy
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Texican
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Years ago, I got a five-week old puppy. I was absolutely in love with him. My boyfriend then told me to get rid of the dog. I ignored his command! About two months later, my boyfriend gave me an ultimatum and he said “Either he goes or I go!”, so I said “Bye!”. I chose to keep my puppy. My ex since then was back & forth several times but gone for good now. My dog, to this day, remains by my side loving, faithful and loyal as always. The best decision I have ever made!
This is my fur baby Bruno!
This is my fur baby Bruno!
Texican
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Do dogs and other animals go to Heaven? Some people say they don’t because they have no souls. Some say they do have souls and are judged differently. Some say they automatically go to Heaven. Some say they go back to the Earth. I’m confused.
Yes. Animals pass as we do. I had a very clear and direct experience. I’ve been hesitant to tell my story….but here it is. In 1998, I rescued a battered, starving, ill dog in the country. The vet said she was severely malnourished, beaten, and would not live. She was pregnant with 3 puppies, who obviously would not survive either. A month later, 9 healthy puppies were born. She was independent but also not. She went almost everywhere I went, work included. She was perfect for me, kept my schedule,and gave everyone love. A mutt; my nieces and nephews called her *angel dog* because she was so easy and good. She died at approximately age 14 in 2012. I was devastated, lost, and grieved hard. I felt lost without her. Grateful, but so sad. Approximately 6 months after she passed, sleeping with the gift of a wooden box of her ashes under my bed, I woke to feel this completely encompassing wave of love and warmth, blanketing me. I cannot describe this feeling, but thought…*I could stay in this bliss forever*. I felt a presence and turned to see my dog sitting by me. No grey muzzle, just as she looked when younger. My husband snored on, oblivious. In the corner of the room I saw a faint, ambient light. No definition but very dim. I looked at her, called my her name, and stretched my arm to pet her….she looked directly at me. My first instinct was to pet her. I knew I probably was not supposed to touch her. Before I could reach her, she then immediately looked toward the light and faded away with it, as if being called away. I still had the feeling of intense love but it slowly faded also. My husband, an extremely left- brained, practical person, who never wakes up; woke and asked *what happened*? I knew I had been given a gift. An in my heart message of comfort and peace.
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Our furr buddies are waiting for us.
Yes. Animals pass as we do. I had a very clear and direct experience. I’ve been hesitant to tell my story….but here it is. In 1998, I rescued a battered, starving, ill dog in the country. The vet said she was severely malnourished, beaten, and would not live. She was pregnant with 3 puppies, who obviously would not survive either. A month later, 9 healthy puppies were born. She was independent but also not. She went almost everywhere I went, work included. She was perfect for me, kept my schedule,and gave everyone love. A mutt; my nieces and nephews called her *angel dog* because she was so easy and good. She died at approximately age 14 in 2012. I was devastated, lost, and grieved hard. I felt lost without her. Grateful, but so sad. Approximately 6 months after she passed, sleeping with the gift of a wooden box of her ashes under my bed, I woke to feel this completely encompassing wave of love and warmth, blanketing me. I cannot describe this feeling, but thought…*I could stay in this bliss forever*. I felt a presence and turned to see my dog sitting by me. No grey muzzle, just as she looked when younger. My husband snored on, oblivious. In the corner of the room I saw a faint, ambient light. No definition but very dim. I looked at her, called my her name, and stretched my arm to pet her….she looked directly at me. My first instinct was to pet her. I knew I probably was not supposed to touch her. Before I could reach her, she then immediately looked toward the light and faded away with it, as if being called away. I still had the feeling of intense love but it slowly faded also. My husband, an extremely left- brained, practical person, who never wakes up; woke and asked *what happened*? I knew I had been given a gift. An in my heart message of comfort and peace.
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Our furr buddies are waiting for us.
Texican
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Do you think your dog would protect you or do you think it would run if you were being attacked?
My daughter was walking my GSD when he lunged for a man who had come out of some bushes. I had always told her to trust him and to drop the lead so he had free access. She heard crying coming from the bushes finding a very young girl, naked and bleeding so leaving Prince to guard the man she ran to the nearest house asking them to ring an ambulance and police. She wrapped the girl in her coat and waited for help to arrive. He never broke the skin on the man he was pinning to the wall even though I wish he had ripped his throat out, he had raped and beaten a 10 year old girl and my dog knew he was a wrong one. The other side of him is the bottom photo guarding my newborn grand daughter, he would lay with them or near their pram and died lying by the pram holding my grandson in 1999.
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Justice served.
My daughter was walking my GSD when he lunged for a man who had come out of some bushes. I had always told her to trust him and to drop the lead so he had free access. She heard crying coming from the bushes finding a very young girl, naked and bleeding so leaving Prince to guard the man she ran to the nearest house asking them to ring an ambulance and police. She wrapped the girl in her coat and waited for help to arrive. He never broke the skin on the man he was pinning to the wall even though I wish he had ripped his throat out, he had raped and beaten a 10 year old girl and my dog knew he was a wrong one. The other side of him is the bottom photo guarding my newborn grand daughter, he would lay with them or near their pram and died lying by the pram holding my grandson in 1999.
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Justice served.
Texican
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What is the bravest thing you have ever seen a cat do?
This is Rachel. It’s one of the only photos of her that I have left. She was a stray that we adopted when I was 16. A couple years later, we adopted a Border Collie puppy that kept escaping our neighbor’s yard, and coming over to play with my little sister. Eventually, the owners said we could have him. My sister named him PJ, short for Puppy Jinkus.
Rachel was the boss of everyone. She liked to sit on the porch roof or the railing of the back deck to keep watch on my sister and PJ as they played.
When PJ was about a year old, one of our neighbors had a Doberman who liked to come over and play with PJ. One day, they were playing in the yard and something set the Doberman off. She started attacking PJ, and before I could move or shout or anything, there was this white and grey blur, and suddenly Rachel was on the Doberman’s back, biting her neck.
The Doberman yelped and took off. Thankfully, PJ only had some minor bites because of how quickly Rachel intervened.
She was a brave cat, and her quick action definitely saved PJ, and likely saved me since I would have had to be the one to try to intervene if she hadn’t.
This is Rachel. It’s one of the only photos of her that I have left. She was a stray that we adopted when I was 16. A couple years later, we adopted a Border Collie puppy that kept escaping our neighbor’s yard, and coming over to play with my little sister. Eventually, the owners said we could have him. My sister named him PJ, short for Puppy Jinkus.
Rachel was the boss of everyone. She liked to sit on the porch roof or the railing of the back deck to keep watch on my sister and PJ as they played.
When PJ was about a year old, one of our neighbors had a Doberman who liked to come over and play with PJ. One day, they were playing in the yard and something set the Doberman off. She started attacking PJ, and before I could move or shout or anything, there was this white and grey blur, and suddenly Rachel was on the Doberman’s back, biting her neck.
The Doberman yelped and took off. Thankfully, PJ only had some minor bites because of how quickly Rachel intervened.
She was a brave cat, and her quick action definitely saved PJ, and likely saved me since I would have had to be the one to try to intervene if she hadn’t.
Texican
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Do dogs make good babysitters?
They are the best i trusted my dog to babysit my kids. Now shes gone shes an angel in heaven.
one day, my daughter was still 3–4months old. She was sleeping on my bed, i was washing the dishes and my son was playing in his bedroom. It was the time when my baby started to change position in her sleep. Suddenly i heard my Kooki my dog crying, i was surprised cause she never did that. I left everything and went inside just to see her standing near my bed, bowed her head and stopped my daughter frim falling, she didnt even bark not to wake her up, my daughter was still sleeping i placed her in her crib and thanked Kooki, she saved her. Rip Kook
They are the best i trusted my dog to babysit my kids. Now shes gone shes an angel in heaven.
one day, my daughter was still 3–4months old. She was sleeping on my bed, i was washing the dishes and my son was playing in his bedroom. It was the time when my baby started to change position in her sleep. Suddenly i heard my Kooki my dog crying, i was surprised cause she never did that. I left everything and went inside just to see her standing near my bed, bowed her head and stopped my daughter frim falling, she didnt even bark not to wake her up, my daughter was still sleeping i placed her in her crib and thanked Kooki, she saved her. Rip Kook
Texican
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What is the most selfless or caring thing you have ever seen a cat do?
My father did not really like cats. I moved back home in 2013 to care for him, he was 93 at the time, and adopted a kitten 3 years later. Dad was bedridden the last 3 months of his life so I made sure his door was securely closed to keep Purza out. One day I heard Dad moaning in pain over the intercom, so I hurried to get his meds. While I was getting them, Dad stopped moaning, which scared me because it was usually 30 minutes or more after his meds before he would quiet down. I ran to his room and noticed his door was open. What I saw in his room makes me cry even though it's 4 years later. Dad was in his bed with the head of it slightly raised, and laying beside him with her head right by his ear, was Purza and she was purring away. She has a very loud purr. Dad had his hand on her, a look of peace on his face, and he was sound asleep. That was the first time he'd fallen asleep without pain meds in over 6 months. I had named my kitten The Queen of Purza but right then I seriously thought of changing it to The Angel Purza, because that's what she was.
My father did not really like cats. I moved back home in 2013 to care for him, he was 93 at the time, and adopted a kitten 3 years later. Dad was bedridden the last 3 months of his life so I made sure his door was securely closed to keep Purza out. One day I heard Dad moaning in pain over the intercom, so I hurried to get his meds. While I was getting them, Dad stopped moaning, which scared me because it was usually 30 minutes or more after his meds before he would quiet down. I ran to his room and noticed his door was open. What I saw in his room makes me cry even though it's 4 years later. Dad was in his bed with the head of it slightly raised, and laying beside him with her head right by his ear, was Purza and she was purring away. She has a very loud purr. Dad had his hand on her, a look of peace on his face, and he was sound asleep. That was the first time he'd fallen asleep without pain meds in over 6 months. I had named my kitten The Queen of Purza but right then I seriously thought of changing it to The Angel Purza, because that's what she was.
Texican
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Neal Murthy
Have you ever had a pet that was almost unnaturally intelligent?
This is Luffy.
Luffy is a border collie/golden retriever mix. His mother (the border collie) is a working ranch dog, while his father is a gun dog. I often tell people that he inherited his mother’s IQ (BCs are considered the most intelligent breed by many) and his father’s EQ (GRs are among the most loving and empathetic breeds around). He is now five years old.
When I first brought Luffy home, he was six weeks old. He was weaned but not yet housetrained (6 weeks is very young). I had a 3-story townhome with the carpeted bedrooms on the 3rd floor. Because puppies pee and poo, I decided to sleep on the couch in the living room, which had hardwood floors, for the first few weeks; Luffy slept on a dog bed next to me. Each morning, I would wake up and - with paper towel squares in hand - crawl along the floor looking for pee puddles; I’d then take a paper towel and place it atop the puddle to soak it up (then return with a mop to clean up the residue). Luffy would follow me around while I did this. One day, as I was placing a paper towel down, Luffy positioned himself in front of me, looked me straight in the eye, and peed. Of course, I couldn’t get upset with a little puppy, but I was a bit annoyed - “Really? Really??” Luffy then looked at me and did something for the first time that he’s done several times since - he rubbed his muzzle with his paw out of guilt and shame. He then - at 8 weeks old - walked over to the pile of dry paper towels I had next to me, picked one up in his mouth, and dragged it to the puddle he’d just made - placing it awkwardly atop it. He sat down and looked at me with pride, wagging his little tail.
Again, he was 8 weeks old.
Since then, this dog has just amazed me with his intelligence. At 4–1/2 months, he pulled his leash free from my hand at the park in order to run to stop a 2yo human child from wandering into the lake while his mother was busy with the child’s brothers.
When he was 8 months old, our next door neighbor got a new puppy - about 4 months old. When Luffy met Stella, he immediately took a liking to her. He picked up her leash with his mouth and led her on a tour of the block. (We followed close behind to be sure nothing bad happened.) He stopped to show her all the best places to sniff and pee - and our neighbor Tim’s place, as Tim would always have the best bacon!
At about the age of 1, I left him in the (fenced-in) front yard while I went out to run an errand. When I returned and didn’t see him, I freaked out. I knew that he could open doors, but the front door was closed. I rushed around the block looking for him - thinking he must’ve dug out or jumped over or something. I couldn’t find him! I rushed home to gather some neighbors, entering the house only to grab water. Luffy was sitting calmly on the couch upstairs; he had let himself in the house (door was unlocked) and closed it behind himself.
He is a minimally certified therapy [comfort and support] dog - not for me; he works with kids with cancer in various hospitals to provide comfort and support. He is also a supplemental search-and-rescue dog.
The other dog in this photo is his younger brother, Wookie. He’s a Siberian Husky (2 years old).
Wookie’s a pretty smart dog too, but not as smart as Luffy. (That’s not to say he’s worth any less; he’s a wonderful companion.) When I first found Wooks (as we call him) on the street a year ago, he was in bad shape - wounded, abused, heartworm positive and cryptorchid (and unneutered). After getting him healthy, I started training him more intensely. On the first day, I started with “sit”; Luffy was hanging out with us.
Me: Sit, Wookie.
Wookie: <nothing, but Luffy sits>
Me: Sit, Wookie.
Wookie: <nothing>
Me: Sit, Wookie.
Wookie: <nothing>
Then… Luffy reaches out a paw and pats his brother on the rump, after which Wooks sat down.
Since then, Luffy has helped me to train his brother (successfully).
I can fill this page with stories about Luffy’s intelligence, but I’ll just finish by saying that I have a very strong affiliation with dogs - I’ve had many (fosters and my own); I volunteer and donate at our city shelter; and I tend to associate myself with people with dogs - and I love all dogs. But, I have never come across another dog with Luffy’s intelligence.
People often ask me how I trained him so well. My response: I gave him food and water - and a lot of love. The rest has been all him.
Texican
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https://letuswalktogether.quora.com/
What is an event that is incredible but deemed real?
Incredible a cat with a job and gets fired?
This is the true story of a cat named Browser in White Settlement, Texas.
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Don't be mean to furr buddies for an uproar will happen.
What is an event that is incredible but deemed real?
Incredible a cat with a job and gets fired?
This is the true story of a cat named Browser in White Settlement, Texas.
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Don't be mean to furr buddies for an uproar will happen.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Chaz Miller
Dec 31
Why should your dog's nose be in the Sniffer Hall of Fame?
This one…
While out hiking in 2020, she sniffed out these two left out under the hot Méxican Sun to die.
If she wasn't with me, I would have walked right passed them. Then she did it again a year later, being the one who brought this little guy to my attention on another hiking trip.
Because of her, these three doomed puppies are now healthy adults, two of which seem to be bonded for life.
They sleep together like this every night.
Dec 31
Why should your dog's nose be in the Sniffer Hall of Fame?
This one…
While out hiking in 2020, she sniffed out these two left out under the hot Méxican Sun to die.
If she wasn't with me, I would have walked right passed them. Then she did it again a year later, being the one who brought this little guy to my attention on another hiking trip.
Because of her, these three doomed puppies are now healthy adults, two of which seem to be bonded for life.
They sleep together like this every night.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
What is something your pet did that you couldn't believe?
He is Jack.
Five years old as of today, and a full member of our small family. We don’t treat him like he is the dog - he’s just one of us. And he doesn’t behave like he’s the dog of the family. Our problems are his problems. However trivial they may seem, he tries to understand them and help solving them.
First, he’s the only one in this house dealing with spiders, mice, or other pests. He noticed our reluctance to sort those creatures, so he stepped in. When there’s a spider, we call the only male in the family. He sorts that out.
When we can’t find the car keys, the house keys, or other keys, which happens often, he gets off his couch, lets an annoyed “aaaa—ah!” off then proceeds to find the keys for his girls. He never fails.
He’s the one to “answer” when someone knocks at the door, to patrol the yard and make eye contact with the neighbors. As my previous neighbors put it, “he’s the man of the house”.
He checks on my child several times per night: he gingerly gets off my bed, then goes check on my daughter, and I can hear a sigh of relief before he cuddles back next to me. Every single night.
He tried to refine his role even more, but living in a dog’s body didn’t help: he broke three keyboards and a mouse before understanding he can’t use computers. He’s still watching TV or sitting on a chair next to me when I am online: network safety matters.
I didn’t expect him to take on this role. We just wanted a puppy. We had several dogs before - they were just that, dogs, doing doggy stuff. He’s one of a kind.
He is Jack.
Five years old as of today, and a full member of our small family. We don’t treat him like he is the dog - he’s just one of us. And he doesn’t behave like he’s the dog of the family. Our problems are his problems. However trivial they may seem, he tries to understand them and help solving them.
First, he’s the only one in this house dealing with spiders, mice, or other pests. He noticed our reluctance to sort those creatures, so he stepped in. When there’s a spider, we call the only male in the family. He sorts that out.
When we can’t find the car keys, the house keys, or other keys, which happens often, he gets off his couch, lets an annoyed “aaaa—ah!” off then proceeds to find the keys for his girls. He never fails.
He’s the one to “answer” when someone knocks at the door, to patrol the yard and make eye contact with the neighbors. As my previous neighbors put it, “he’s the man of the house”.
He checks on my child several times per night: he gingerly gets off my bed, then goes check on my daughter, and I can hear a sigh of relief before he cuddles back next to me. Every single night.
He tried to refine his role even more, but living in a dog’s body didn’t help: he broke three keyboards and a mouse before understanding he can’t use computers. He’s still watching TV or sitting on a chair next to me when I am online: network safety matters.
I didn’t expect him to take on this role. We just wanted a puppy. We had several dogs before - they were just that, dogs, doing doggy stuff. He’s one of a kind.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Have you witnessed a pet grieving for another animal or human? What were the signs?
Updated 11/27/20 (update at end of post).
Yes I have. My daughter drowned saving Spot her baby and ever loving pit bull. The day she drowned Spot went into a depression I’ve never seen, even in a human. For three months I gave her a much love as I could while dealing with my pain. Spot didn’t want to play tug of war, chase rocks or swim; all three of her favorite things. My father, who had also live with us, gave her much attention and love but nothing seemed to help her with the loss of her MOM. Three months after our Lord took Sabra to heaven I came home from work and when I opened the garage door there was Spot barking and wagging her tail letting me know that she was now accepting me as her grandma mom. I will never call myself Spots mom because her MOM is waiting for her in heaven and as much as I hate to think this, because Spot is now 15 and suffering from health issues, I believe they may be together soon.
This is Sabra & Spot on our last vacation together one year before Spot & I lost her. So in ending, yes pets can and do grieve just a we do if not more because they can’t understand the loss.
Update: Spot crossed the Rainbow Bridge today to join Sabra in Heaven.
What I didn’t expect is that the ache in my heart is as strong as it is for the lost of Sabra. I honestly didn’t realize that loosing my granddog would be so painful. I know those who have lost fur-babies understand this loss, but in a way it feels like I’m betraying Sabra.
Sabra & Spot I love you both and will miss you every day of my life.
Updated 11/27/20 (update at end of post).
Yes I have. My daughter drowned saving Spot her baby and ever loving pit bull. The day she drowned Spot went into a depression I’ve never seen, even in a human. For three months I gave her a much love as I could while dealing with my pain. Spot didn’t want to play tug of war, chase rocks or swim; all three of her favorite things. My father, who had also live with us, gave her much attention and love but nothing seemed to help her with the loss of her MOM. Three months after our Lord took Sabra to heaven I came home from work and when I opened the garage door there was Spot barking and wagging her tail letting me know that she was now accepting me as her grandma mom. I will never call myself Spots mom because her MOM is waiting for her in heaven and as much as I hate to think this, because Spot is now 15 and suffering from health issues, I believe they may be together soon.
This is Sabra & Spot on our last vacation together one year before Spot & I lost her. So in ending, yes pets can and do grieve just a we do if not more because they can’t understand the loss.
Update: Spot crossed the Rainbow Bridge today to join Sabra in Heaven.
What I didn’t expect is that the ache in my heart is as strong as it is for the lost of Sabra. I honestly didn’t realize that loosing my granddog would be so painful. I know those who have lost fur-babies understand this loss, but in a way it feels like I’m betraying Sabra.
Sabra & Spot I love you both and will miss you every day of my life.
Texican
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As a bartender, who was that one customer you will never forget?
That's easy
He was 18 years old when he passed and he had come to the pub almost every day since he was born. His name was buddy and was the dog of a local who had been coming to the pub for years and would walk here every day with buddy during his retirement.
Buddy was as much a part of the pub as anyone else. He has his own spot and if anyone was in his spot when him and his owner walked in he'd bark at them until they moved and he sat down. He had his own water bowl at the pub and sat in his spot and has a drink like everyone else. When it was time to go he'd bark at his dad and they'd leave.
It was sad watching him towards the end when he didn't know where he was and when he'd struggle to make that walk anymore but he was always everyone's favourite customer. Dogs were actually banned there but Buddy got an exception.
Everyone shed a few tears and bought his owner a beer each when buddy passed, there is a picture of him printed onto some metal over the spot where he used to sit.
Here is a photo similar to what he looked like (except buddy was all white):
That's easy
He was 18 years old when he passed and he had come to the pub almost every day since he was born. His name was buddy and was the dog of a local who had been coming to the pub for years and would walk here every day with buddy during his retirement.
Buddy was as much a part of the pub as anyone else. He has his own spot and if anyone was in his spot when him and his owner walked in he'd bark at them until they moved and he sat down. He had his own water bowl at the pub and sat in his spot and has a drink like everyone else. When it was time to go he'd bark at his dad and they'd leave.
It was sad watching him towards the end when he didn't know where he was and when he'd struggle to make that walk anymore but he was always everyone's favourite customer. Dogs were actually banned there but Buddy got an exception.
Everyone shed a few tears and bought his owner a beer each when buddy passed, there is a picture of him printed onto some metal over the spot where he used to sit.
Here is a photo similar to what he looked like (except buddy was all white):
Re post 3659, when Hermione died, Aja immediately lost all desire to live. She laid on the couch day after day, hardly moving. Her grief was obvious and nothing could shake her out of it. That’s why, two months later, I went looking for a companion for her, and found one in Hairy. He was one of nine pups rescued near Lockhart Texas with the mother dog. I looked at all the dogs, but Hairy was the only one who seemed interested in me. I had the shelter worker take him out of his pen and hand him to me where I was sitting. He immediately buried his head between my arm and side. He stayed like that while I stroked his fur. Of course, he went home with me. When I got him home, he went right up to Aja and started chewing on her neck. They were instant friends, and Aja’s grieving was cured. They’ve been inseparable ever since. It’s been just over four years since he came to live with us.
Texican
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What are the downsides of owning a pitbull from a shelter?
Admittedly, I didn’t get Mr. Cimarron from a shelter. I got him on the side of the road, where he had been dumped.
Downsides? He snores. He hogs the covers at night. He drools on people. He nibbles my toes and it tickles.
Upsides? He loves everyone and everything. People, dogs, cats, parrots, etc. They are all *awesome* in his book.
Admittedly, I didn’t get Mr. Cimarron from a shelter. I got him on the side of the road, where he had been dumped.
Downsides? He snores. He hogs the covers at night. He drools on people. He nibbles my toes and it tickles.
Upsides? He loves everyone and everything. People, dogs, cats, parrots, etc. They are all *awesome* in his book.
Texican
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Have you ever met a pit bull and found it to be the gentlest, sweetest dog in the world?
Many many times! The Bronx borough of NYC is like the Pit Bull capitol. Every morning or whenever I took my dogs out I was the minority. They are kind, really well mannered, obedient dog's. You only hear horror stories but that is a tiny minority & within that minority you'll always find an owner who has caused that dog to misbehave or abused that dog so that dog became aggressive. It's not the Bully breeds, it's the disgusting humans that cause the bad or dangerous behavior.
Many many times! The Bronx borough of NYC is like the Pit Bull capitol. Every morning or whenever I took my dogs out I was the minority. They are kind, really well mannered, obedient dog's. You only hear horror stories but that is a tiny minority & within that minority you'll always find an owner who has caused that dog to misbehave or abused that dog so that dog became aggressive. It's not the Bully breeds, it's the disgusting humans that cause the bad or dangerous behavior.
Texican
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Brazilian priest João Paulo Araujo Gomes, from the Diocese of Caruaru, takes abandoned dogs off the streets, feeds them, bathes them, and then presents a dog to each mass, to be adopted. Dozens of stray dogs already have a home thanks to the priest.
Texican
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A family from Ukraine would not leave their senior dogs behind. Ultimately, the 12.5 yo shepherd was physically carried to Poland by the husband, who then had to turn around and go back to his village in Ukraine once he saw his wife, their kids and dogs, and her mom pass through to safety in Poland.
"My dog is 12 and a half and she struggled to walk and fell down every kilometre or so and couldn’t stand up again. I stopped cars and asked for help but everyone refused; they advised us to leave the dogs. But our dogs are part of our family. My dog has experienced all the happy and sad moments with us. Mum’s dog is all she has left of her former life. So my husband, at times, carried our dog on his shoulders."
A story of love and hope.
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What a great man.
Furr buddies are part of our families.
"My dog is 12 and a half and she struggled to walk and fell down every kilometre or so and couldn’t stand up again. I stopped cars and asked for help but everyone refused; they advised us to leave the dogs. But our dogs are part of our family. My dog has experienced all the happy and sad moments with us. Mum’s dog is all she has left of her former life. So my husband, at times, carried our dog on his shoulders."
A story of love and hope.
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What a great man.
Furr buddies are part of our families.
Texican
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DEAF HIKER FALLS 700 FEET DOWN MOUNTAIN, BUT WHEN RESCUERS FINALLY FIND HER, SHE ISN’T ALONE
When 21-year-old Amelia Milling began her hike through the Crow Pass Trail in Chugach State Park, she had no clue that she was about to go through the most trying experience of her life. Chugach State Park is 30 miles outside of Anchorage, Alaska. Milling is deaf and one of her favorite things to do is to go hiking alone in the wilderness.
She was about four miles into her hike when her poles broke used to help keep balance during the hike. She lost her footing and began to fall. She fell 700 feet, but she was still alive. The only thing that was significantly injured was her leg. Out of no where, an animal appeared and she first thought it was a white wolf. Thank goodness it wasn’t a wolf, but a helpful trail dog.
She eventually learned that Nanook was a trail dog, specifically on the mountain to help lost hikers find their way back home. The two set up camp for the night and the following day they began to trek back to safety. Eventually they had to cross a river, and Milling lost her footing due to her injured leg and strong current. “Nookie came and grabbed the shoulder strap of my backpack and actually pulled it out.”
Once the two got back to the safety of land, Milling activated her SPOT Beacon which lets rescuers know exactly where she is. Alaska State Troopers sprung into action and a helicopter came to save Milling as well as Nanook. Alaska State Trooper Lt. Eric Olsen was one of the responders that came to the rescue and he was blown away by Nanook’s help. He said, “When I realized I had a real-life hero dog I called up the owner and he said, ‘No way.'”
Nanook’s owner, Scott Swift, recounted that this wasn’t the first heroic act from the doggo. He mentioned that, “There was one other girl about 6 years old — he saved [her] when she fell in the river.”
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What a wonderful furr buddy.
When 21-year-old Amelia Milling began her hike through the Crow Pass Trail in Chugach State Park, she had no clue that she was about to go through the most trying experience of her life. Chugach State Park is 30 miles outside of Anchorage, Alaska. Milling is deaf and one of her favorite things to do is to go hiking alone in the wilderness.
She was about four miles into her hike when her poles broke used to help keep balance during the hike. She lost her footing and began to fall. She fell 700 feet, but she was still alive. The only thing that was significantly injured was her leg. Out of no where, an animal appeared and she first thought it was a white wolf. Thank goodness it wasn’t a wolf, but a helpful trail dog.
She eventually learned that Nanook was a trail dog, specifically on the mountain to help lost hikers find their way back home. The two set up camp for the night and the following day they began to trek back to safety. Eventually they had to cross a river, and Milling lost her footing due to her injured leg and strong current. “Nookie came and grabbed the shoulder strap of my backpack and actually pulled it out.”
Once the two got back to the safety of land, Milling activated her SPOT Beacon which lets rescuers know exactly where she is. Alaska State Troopers sprung into action and a helicopter came to save Milling as well as Nanook. Alaska State Trooper Lt. Eric Olsen was one of the responders that came to the rescue and he was blown away by Nanook’s help. He said, “When I realized I had a real-life hero dog I called up the owner and he said, ‘No way.'”
Nanook’s owner, Scott Swift, recounted that this wasn’t the first heroic act from the doggo. He mentioned that, “There was one other girl about 6 years old — he saved [her] when she fell in the river.”
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What a wonderful furr buddy.
Texican
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Pitbull refused to leave the shelter without her chihuahua friend.They were inseparable no matter how at the Rescue Shelter tried. The only solution was to find a new owner who would adopt both dogs and keep the pair happy
At long last, here they are at the new owner’s car after being adopted together
At long last, here they are at the new owner’s car after being adopted together
Texican
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How did you become the accidental owner of a pet?
I was a sales rep out on a call at mechanics shop. I wasn't there more than a few minutes, talking to the owner when he asked me what I thought about dogs. I do love dogs but never considered owning one because I lived in a small Batchelor apartment in Toronto at the time. So I told him that I like dogs.
Next thing you know he was putting dog food in my car and then he went back to the office and came out with a box that he also put on my passenger side and closed the door. Before I could wrap my head around what just happened, I was the proud owner of…. What was this thing. I'm already committed but I don't even know what it was. As I was putting my car in gear I asked him, what is it? “A German Sheppard” Oh, okay. She was the ugliest little thing I'd ever seen. All scaley and half bald. The only hair on her head was a tuft that looked like a Mohawk doo. She had mange.
I took her home, get her treatment for the mange (and worms) and eventually as she grew, I moved to a bigger place so she could have some space. She was my best friend. We went in road trips, just the two of us. She was with me when I had my son. She moved halfway across the country with me too. She was the love of my life.
I've had other dogs since Java, but no one will ever replace her.
I was a sales rep out on a call at mechanics shop. I wasn't there more than a few minutes, talking to the owner when he asked me what I thought about dogs. I do love dogs but never considered owning one because I lived in a small Batchelor apartment in Toronto at the time. So I told him that I like dogs.
Next thing you know he was putting dog food in my car and then he went back to the office and came out with a box that he also put on my passenger side and closed the door. Before I could wrap my head around what just happened, I was the proud owner of…. What was this thing. I'm already committed but I don't even know what it was. As I was putting my car in gear I asked him, what is it? “A German Sheppard” Oh, okay. She was the ugliest little thing I'd ever seen. All scaley and half bald. The only hair on her head was a tuft that looked like a Mohawk doo. She had mange.
I took her home, get her treatment for the mange (and worms) and eventually as she grew, I moved to a bigger place so she could have some space. She was my best friend. We went in road trips, just the two of us. She was with me when I had my son. She moved halfway across the country with me too. She was the love of my life.
I've had other dogs since Java, but no one will ever replace her.
