Ironbuilt
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OMG So glad that he survived. Tough dog is an understatement.
Don't worry,they can read lips & facial expressions.Now that there is one handsome pup, I sure am glad he’s on the mend. Our good old girl is 13 now, and she just had surgery last Thursday because her ear was all swollen up. It now seems that she can’t hear, which we didn’t find out till after the surgery that older dogs are prone to that from the anesthesia. I don’t know if we would’ve done anything different tho, we tried the medicine route, that did nothing, and it was really bothering her. I’m heartbroken to think rhat she can’t hear me anymore, as she is my girl too. Dogs really are mans best friend, I hope Bennie makes a full recovery!
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This is absolutely correct. Pups are family members - not "like" members, ARE members.(the way a man cares for a dog/animal says a lot, in my book)
Yep - and they can still sense the vibrations of our voice, too.Don't worry,they can read lips & facial expressions.
Such a tragic story, but I am pleased for you both that there is a happy ending.Talk about tough and stubborn, I just finished tiling the foyer and rear entrance door and was hauling the scraps away and look who couldn't let me do it alone.. man do I love this dog! It took some effort but damnit he wasn't letting me do it alone lol. I truly love this dog, 4 days out of a major life changing experience and he's still thinking about his pops with his drain tube hanging out and all!View attachment 1099865
And underground pipes as well believe it or not. A couple years ago I was trying to dig up a 4" drainage pipe so I could splice another pipe into it, talk about maddening! I knew roughly where it was and how deep but could not find it, Bennie jumps in the trench, perked his ears up and dug straight to it on the first try then looked at me for approval lmao.. I'll never forget that one. Only thing I could figure is he could hear it?Yep - and they can still sense the vibrations of our voice, too.
Thank the lord for your pup surviving! I can tell he means the world to you. I hope all goes well and he and you enjoy each other for years to come! You and your pup take care sir!My best buddy got hit by a car, my Lab Bennie. We live way back on the hillside far from the road but Friday night the daughter and her friends decided to go for a walk just after dark to grandma's (across the road)... and Bennie followed. I always keep an eye out so I watched the flashlights as they made it to grandma's not knowing he had followed but then heard a horrific crash as a car sped by, hearing the girls screaming I knew it was Bennie. I grabbed a gun and got there asap to put him down knowing it was really bad.
When I showed up he was sitting up covered in blood and oil, instead of being a puss he hobbled to the Can Am and crawled into the seat with a little help.... he wasn't calling it quits! I honestly didn't think he'd make it, he had an inch of his front leg peeled back exposing muscle and veins, a hole in his back leg, a cut over his eye, multiple abrasions to his head, bleeding from the nose and mouth and worst a 3" hole through his chest that you could see inside of.. I don't know how he even moved. I did what I could to patch him up and stop the bleeding until the morning. Fortunately my vet made an emergency trip to fix him up, talk about an amazing women.. she went above and beyond.
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After the vet the pain meds made him comfortable enough to sleep most of the day.View attachment 1099545
Day 3 he's up and about, this dog is one tough dude! View attachment 1099546
Looks like he's going to make a full recovery and hopefully the kids learned a lesson. I know he likes to chase cars, I've tried to break him of it but resorted to just keeping him away from the road, being so far from the road it's not hard. He goes where we go so if I go across the road he rides in the Can Am and goes inside with me.
The dog will get better, I hope. The guilt is hard to deal with. I used to let our first Newfoundland out to use the bathroom at about 12:00 midnight. She went over by the road and I heard a car coming. Sure enough, she got hit and dragged for about 50 yards. These black dogs are almost impossible to see in the dark. I saw the sparks on the street coming from her metal collar. The girl didn't stop but it was really my fault for letting Little Bear out. (Little Bear is a 160 pound Newfoundland.) She got better eventually but I still can't get over the guilt.
Now on a lighter side let me tell you about owning such a big dog.
If they step on your barefoot you're going to have a paw-shaped bruise.
Just two of them will take up a king-sized bed leaving me about 10" left for my legs.
They are too big to go up steps naturally. Their body is too big. They have to zig-zag constantly making the steps further apart for their long bodies.
With their double coat, the shedding is unreal. They are happiest at 40 degrees or lower rolling in the snow.
You are not strong enough to keep them out of any water (or mud) they see.
When they shake their head you can get slimed.
50 pounds a week of dry dog food.
They are gentle giants with people but if another dog gets aggressive they are dangerous. They might mistake really small dogs as rabbits. The problem is other dogs freak out when they see a dog that large so then the big dog thinks the fight is on.
They look and sound like bears.
I really hope your dog gets well soon!!!! I love Labs.
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Poor dog sounded like it went through hell but 17 years! That's a long life!Looks like he's doing ok! They're a tough breed and damned determined to survive.
Man if this doesn't bring back memories of a yellow lab we used to have. Her name was Samantha Sprigs, last name after her grandfather. She was acquired as a six week old pup to be able to grow up with our five year old son.
She was about 18 months old and we had her in a kennel that was attached to the rear of the house. I came home from work and the side door was open and she was nowhere to be found. I frantically went from house to house asking if anyone had seen her. Finally I knocked on the right door and the lady told me what she knew.
Apparently these two young boys let her out of the kennel, led her down to the busy road that ran in front of our house and called her across the road right in front of a car. The car hit her and drug her about twenty yards. I saw where this happened when the lady pointed to the spot. There was blood all over the road. I asked where she was.
The lady's husband heard the tires squealing and ran outside. He picked her up and placed her up on the bank so no other cars would run over her again. She was not responsive and as far as he knew she was dead. The driver did stop and was told to travel on. He came back to his house and called the local Humane Society. When they came out, miraculously she was sitting up and looking around. So they loaded her up and took her to a veterinary hospital.
I thanked the lady, ran back home and called the veterinary hospital. They said the Humane Society had her. I'm like what the heck? They had ex-rayed her and there was no broken bones. So they shot her up with antibiotics and had the Humane Society pick her back up. This was too much to believe especially after seeing all of that blood. I called them and they said they would bring her back if I was going to be home.
Twenty minutes later they pulled into the driveway. Opened up the back doors of their van and there she laid on a stretcher, all covered in blood. When she heard my voice she tried her best to wag her tail. We carried her into the house and laid her on a makeshift bed. There she laid for the first two weeks. I had to force feed her and coax her to drink water. It was three weeks before she could stand and try to walk again.
Several weeks later she was back to her old self again for the exception of a sideways gate when she was just trotting. Walking or full out running you would have never known what she had been through.
A little history on this yellow lab known as Samantha Sprigs. She was the only one out of a litter of eight that lived. All of her siblings died from poisoned milk that her mom was producing.
As the story I just told goes, she was ran over by a car and left for dead.
She developed cancer and had to have one of her mammary glands removed. Another long recovery to go through.
She was struck by lightning! I was there when it happened and it completely knocked her out. But she was ok, just a little slow walking a couple of days afterwards.
Samantha lived to be seventeen years old. One of the best friends a man can have the pleasure of knowing.