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DOGS

He is such a good dog. Sharing with both cats

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I'm an only child, as is my dad and grandfather, I'm the last of my family line. In the 1960s, my mom and dad and I lived with my dad's parents (my grandparents) until I was 9 years old. With my mom and dad both working, and me going to an excellent private school from 3½ years old (Pre-K) to 13 (8th grade) it was cool having an extended family under one roof.
The point to all that is when I was a baby, my grandfather got a male black and tan Doberman puppy with a championship bloodline over 2 pages long. His ancestors were ALL champions, so not only was "Count" an exceptional example of a large male Doberman, but extremely well trained, and with me being the only child, I learned from infancy what kind of bond, the special relationship a person and a dog could have as we grew up together.
I only wish I would have spent more time with Count, but we had 9 years together.
In 1990, I helped a coworker who had a Lab puppy, but neither he nor his family had ANY real or good experience with dogs, much less dealing with the energy level, innate drive "to do", or mischievous nature of a Lab puppy, I helped him every time he had problems or questions about what to get, do, manage all the facets of his puppy. He was WAY over his head. To indicate how disconnected he and his puppy were, he decided to move to an apartment that didn't allow pets, but I was renting a small house with a yard and a ballpark next door. When Bud was about 5 months old, my coworker gave him to me, and being single, I spent almost all my off time with Bud. He was a fast learner, and I was absolutely bound to that dog. Bud was just what I needed right when I needed him, and when my dirt nap comes, Bud's ashes in his Oak Urn are going in my coffin with me.
Truly one of the definitive examples of how interwoven 2 living beings can be, and I only wish I was as good a person as he treated me like I was.
 
Our Rough Coat Collie used to take the ball after throwing it, bring it back to within 4 feet of where I sat in a lawn chair and drop it on the ground. She would alternate looking at me and at the ball and bark. I would tell her no, I can't reach it, bring it to me. She would bark some more. I would say, no and stare at her. After a moment or two she would pick it up and drop it exactly half of the distance towards me, still out of reach. We would go through the game again. Until she brought it all of the way. then repeat. It made me laugh and she enjoyed the play. At the time I had a cast on my right foot and couldn't use it so I was pretty well stuck in the chair. She realized this immediately because she never had done this before. Smart damn dog.
 
I'm an only child, as is my dad and grandfather, I'm the last of my family line. In the 1960s, my mom and dad and I lived with my dad's parents (my grandparents) until I was 9 years old. With my mom and dad both working, and me going to an excellent private school from 3½ years old (Pre-K) to 13 (8th grade) it was cool having an extended family under one roof.
The point to all that is when I was a baby, my grandfather got a male black and tan Doberman puppy with a championship bloodline over 2 pages long. His ancestors were ALL champions, so not only was "Count" an exceptional example of a large male Doberman, but extremely well trained, and with me being the only child, I learned from infancy what kind of bond, the special relationship a person and a dog could have as we grew up together.
I only wish I would have spent more time with Count, but we had 9 years together.
In 1990, I helped a coworker who had a Lab puppy, but neither he nor his family had ANY real or good experience with dogs, much less dealing with the energy level, innate drive "to do", or mischievous nature of a Lab puppy, I helped him every time he had problems or questions about what to get, do, manage all the facets of his puppy. He was WAY over his head. To indicate how disconnected he and his puppy were, he decided to move to an apartment that didn't allow pets, but I was renting a small house with a yard and a ballpark next door. When Bud was about 5 months old, my coworker gave him to me, and being single, I spent almost all my off time with Bud. He was a fast learner, and I was absolutely bound to that dog. Bud was just what I needed right when I needed him, and when my dirt nap comes, Bud's ashes in his Oak Urn are going in my coffin with me.
Truly one of the definitive examples of how interwoven 2 living beings can be, and I only wish I was as good a person as he treated me like I was.
I got divorced at 39, 28 years ago.... I dated alot of different women and lived with a few... Amazed me that some did not have a dog as a young child nor did they have one for their children.... I feel its a sad day when a child does not grow up with companion dog...... My siblings and I grew up with a big black poodle.... I still remember today ( at 66) what a great dog she was...
 
My siblings and I grew up with a big black poodle.... I still remember today ( at 66) what a great dog she was...
Very smart breed.
I'm going to add my "me and Bud" and retrieving story. He was so driven to retrieve, and "find" as well. He always wanted the "whatever" we were using as a toy to retrieve. Now he already did all of the "good dog" stuff: sit, stay, down, heel, and so on.
I could lay a dog biscuit across his nose as he sat, and say (insert any word) but unless I said "OK" he would leave it on his nose. Upon the "OK" he'd flip it in the air and catch and eat the treat.
The point to this story though is retrieving, and what I would do occasionally is have him sit and stay, walk 30-50 yards away, but drop the retrieving object to where it was directly in the path between where he was sitting and staying, and where I would walk to and stop. I would call him to ME, and Bud would have to run right past the other "object of great desire" the retrieving toy. He would come to me, turn around and sit, sometimes shaking with excitement, and I wouldn't make him wait but a couple of seconds before I'd tell him "Get It"...He would run get the toy and do what I call the "happy puppy run". That's when they throw their paws in the air extra high, and other signs of absolute joy.
So many reasons why his ashes are going to be with me forever...
 
35 years ago my best friend had a female dog that fell in love with me. When I would be outside with them she would always have to be touching me or would bite and hold my pant leg as I walked. When we were in the house she would always sit by me. I took a girl I was dating to his house once and while we were sitting on the sofa the dog squeezed between me and the girl.
Dogs are a good judge of character
 
Says a lot about you. Dogs have a keen sense about people.
I had a girlfriend who once said of my relationship with Bud, my black Lab, "I think you love your dog more than you love me."
I told her that comparing my relationship with my dog Bud to my relationship with anyone else wouldn't be fair, and she doesn't want me to answer that question.
 
I had a girlfriend who once said of my relationship with Bud, my black Lab, "I think you love your dog more than you love me."
I told her that comparing my relationship with my dog Bud to my relationship with anyone else wouldn't be fair, and she doesn't want me to answer that question.
Try the "lock your dog and your girlfriend in the trunk for an hour " test, and see which one still loves you when you let them out.
 
New pup on the way. Can't figure how to post the one shot i have now, but when we get him in a month.......there will probably be too many.
 
I can't lose another one of anything, I've used so many pieces of my heart up, what I have left I need to stay alive.
 
My kids (4 with in 5 years) all grew up with Louie. A golden retriever that thought he has one of the kids. But also watched out for them. Even tattling on them when they would misbehave. Barking to scolled. Many times I would yell at them. "I can't believe the dog is smarter than you! You hear him barking like that? Stop what you're doing!" That was 20 years ago. And of course Louie has long senced past. With the kids out on their own.

So today? A group of yearling Turkeys that have been kicked out of the larger adult Rafter has settled into liking my yard and deck. They are a little more skittish than their adult counter parts. And they are dumb as stumps! They spend hours on the deck because they seem to have forgot how they got up there?

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