Dogs

[Riverwind (imported)]

IE, sorry about Panda, I do understand.

Yeast, in a dogs diet will keep not only the flees away they don't even want to be near the dog.

Nelly eats everything I do, I know just what you mean, today I had a banana, I gave her the last bite, she loved it, I think because she knows I was eating it too.

And those biscuits I made, she loves them. Next batch I am adding Brewers Yeast to them too.

And both the kids, Rupert and Nelly wont leave my side if I don't feel good, Its funny how they know better then we do sometimes how we feel.

Last night neither one came to bed, first time in weeks I have slept alone. This morning I slipped quiet like out to the Living room to find them curled up together on my recliner, sound asleep.

River

[loveableleopardy (imported)]

My dog (look left) is the greatest addition to my life since castration and my love of wine. He is always glad to see me at the end of the work day. He smiles and loves to meet other people and dogs. When I first adopted him I thought I would have someone to hold when I was sad. Oddly since he has entered my life I am rarely sad. Hell I walk him 3 times a day and work 8 hours so when would I have time to dwell in the past. Corky keeps me active and I am learning to be happy with dog hair everywhere.

What a lovely post Tugon )) Your dog looks like such a great companion too in your avatar picture. Full of love!

Thanks for your insights too Raymar, and to River for starting this thread which I am sure will prove popular.

I get showered with kisses from my Jack Russell everyday after work - she is so affectionate. To second some of the other posters: it is very difficult to be sad around a loving dog.

[moi621 (imported)]

Cool video of doggies' responses when Veterans return home from deployment.

http://screen.yahoo.com/dogs-welcome-ho ... 17836.html

Hope we agree it was cool.

Now I have to find the cat equivalent.

Moi

[Ernie of Maine (imported)]

:)Yes dogs are the happy people when there people come home. Ernie

[Paolo]

The Belgian is freaked out, has been all day. Maybe we're about to have an earthquake? He's in the house, the beagle's freaked out that he's in, and the new dumped out stray Walker pup keeps getting his head caught in the door because he's not allowed in and keeps trying.

It's a real zoo around here.

[Riverwind (imported)]

And you don't need to be gone months and months, my dog wines and her tail wags and she is just about beside herself if I am gone 10 minutes, a couple hours and she needs serious attention.

BTW, Rupert is just as bad about wanting attention as the dog.

River

[considering (imported)]

We are a family of four, a dog, Pepper-Kerry Blue Terrier-and two cats-American short hair/polite for "who knows?"-Flip and Flop. I get limp with sadness whenever an ASPCA plea comes on and it's just blind luck that I haven't become one of those strange old people who won't open their door as that would let one of several hundred competing animals out the door. Decades ago, when I lived in South Africa, finding the neglected, the recently abandoned by a mother taken by Hyenas was common and...sucker of the world, brought them home. The household servants could usually persuade me to the incorrectness of my action but...they were black, had to call a child Master Petr and, when I felt obstinate, kept whatever. My guardian-I was born into bastardy-was a surgeon at Groote Schuur and was not of an indulging nature so when he came in to dine, I had-usually-secreted away my latest "pet". Not for long but for a day or two. Would that I could list the things that under no circumstances are eligible for domesticity....Wart Hogs, Caracal cats, dik diks, Cape Buffalo calves, Secretary Birds, an infinite number of representatives of the antelope family but no, I repeat, none of our "friends" from the reptile Family. With 123 varieties of poisonous viper, there was no possibility of "taking a chance that this one couldn't bite.". In summary, nothing from the bush really adds to a happy home-the notable exception being Fennec Foxes but as they weren't native to Southern Africa. There was an upside and that was the bonding experience between a boy and his guardian as the guardian patiently bound up my wounds, applied stitches where needed and ignored bruising all whilst a sad eyed little boy said, "I thought it loved me...." When I was finally sold to an American family, after adoption failures in Scotland and England, I was delighted to find that one could have pets, as many as the new family would allow. On the down side, what one might have as a pet here seemed, well, tame compared to what I could find in the republic. Not to mention that the same proscriptions seemed to apply here as there; If you found it in a field it probably wasn't welcome in the home. Bats, rats, stoats, goats all were taken away and, via Station Wagon, taken "elsewhere" and let run free. My adopted family was a "dog" family and so we had Kerry Blue Terriers-someone had allergies and they were low in dander count-as well as hunting dogs that lived in the country at the kennels. Not to mention the farm dogs kept by our tenant farmers as well as some rangy mutts that hung around the oil fields and were, to varying degrees, amenable to seeming to be a pet for limited periods of time. But the best pet ever was a mouse that lived in my room in Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Angeles for most of the eight months I was there not only recovering from having the shit beat out of me with a three iron by a drunken father as well as attending a sort of informal grad school, courtesy USC. (I'd been transferred back to Los Angeles to continue my education-Bill Lear, then rolling out his first series of Lear Jets, converted one to ambulance service for the flight. Two days on the Santa Fe were considered to be too difficult.) Groggy with pain suppressants, I would find the mouse sitting on my plate happily eating, for a mouse, a full meal. This did not go un-noticed but Nathan Reed, my neuro surgeon, said he felt the positive effect on my attitude, not good for a number of reasons, the primary one being it was not then known if I'd ever walk again, was worth the modest increase in house keeping to keep the area clean. And what a surprise when it proved to be a female who'd found a friend and had more mice...That was when I learned that mice aren't particularly maternal so when her children were removed and, one assumes, dispatched, she was unmoved, didn't look for them and, as my compensation to her, was provided with a double order of buttered toast. A month or so before I was dismissed to a more comprehensive rehab facility, under the purview of USC, she disappeared but more than fifty years later I remember my mouse fondly. One fears her tribe did indeed increase and Good Sam possibly saw me as a contributor but...good things have consequences; After all, therapy animals are encouraged to be in hospitals.

The only pet someone else had that I truly envied was an old friend, Ken Dwyer, who was the Queen's Representative in Darwin in the Northern Territory of Australia. He had a flying fox-really a fruit bat-called "Brolly" which hung from a hall tree outside the screen door to their verandah. But there's a dearth of flying foxes in Kansas so I was forced to return to the more mundane cats and dogs....

[Eunuchorn (imported)]

I had thought I heard a rumor that dik-diks, African antilopes the size of chihuahuas, had started to become pets. I could easily be wrong and have forgotten where I heard it. Servals and Fennecs, are in fact getting petted, though.

[tugon (imported)]

And you don't need to be gone months and months, my dog wines and her tail wags and she is just about beside herself if I am gone 10 minutes, a couple hours and she needs serious attention.

River

When I would sneak out to get the mail the fuss that was made upon my return was wonderful. I would be just as dramatic and a love fest would ensue.

[foxytaur (imported)]

It's official. Iv'e done everything I could to train my chihuahua and she still is a bitch to everyone. My friends, my sister's friends, neighbors, kids, other dogs[even rottweiler's and gshep's]

Yes she will bite them!!!!!!!..(or at least try to cuz I prevent her)....All this was made possible bc my mom pampered her like no tommorow and she is very hostile to strangers.

Un doing it is now impossible. The dog is 4 yrs of age now.

NB = she's already spayed