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Here is Chief Dog. He's giving me the "Shit is SERIOUS" face. When I uploaded it, for whatever reason it turned it sideways. Sorry. |
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well, since this was bumped, here's my swissy in the snow last week. She's 1 1/2 years old. Great dog.
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Thanks for the kind words guys.
As someone mentioned before -- it never gets any easier. My parents have had 3 dogs pass within 4 years. Two due to old age and one because or cancer. I hate knowing my parents are broken up about it. Sadie was kind of a bitch to me, but I still loved on her. |
Couple more of Chief. He pretty much runs shit.
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My gf and I would absolutely love to have our first dog be a bernese mountain dog.
Have any CPers owned one before? Big, thick coated dogs. However, I've heard they have typically have short life spans. |
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I'm a sucker for those things. Swissies and Berners catch my eye every time. |
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Cancer is extremely common and they are just so thickly built that their joints tend to fail them as well. I've started doing some research into Appenzellers; very similar markings but in a lab-style body. It's another sennenhund but a pretty rare one. They look like they're not as user-friendly as the Berners are though and definitely won't be the 90 lber that the Bernese will be. Damn shame about the health issues with the Bernese or it would be a pretty near perfect dog. |
It is just so tough for me to fork out anywhere between 800-1800 for a dog that may or may not last 7-8 years.
The one dog I want more than anything is an English Bulldog. Another large chunk of change for a dog that has a short life span. Maybe we will just stick with Australian Shepherds. |
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Anyway, I've been more than impressed with Chief, and his traits match up pretty well with what I'm wanting. And in most cases would be a little smaller than Shepherds and have less fur for easier grooming and shedding and the like. My wife did a whole mess of research on dog breeds before we settled on Cattle Dog and they have a really good fit with us. |
We may get a dog potentially this year. Depending on all sorts or things.
I know Topeka is opening a humane center soon too. My parents recent pet they got - Murphy - is a mini Australian shepherd. Great, cool dog. |
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We have a standing emergency 'slush fund' of about $3K/dog and that's with labradors. With a Bernese you're likely looking at much higher vet/maintenance bills. Unless you're able/willing to shell out 3-5K to deal with blown out knees, deteriorating hips or cancer medicine, I'd recommend you steer clear of a Bernese. It's not really fair to you or the dog to buy one and then not be willing to fix it up as things start to go wrong. |
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Whatever kind of dog we decide will be spoiled and considered a 4-legged child. I just had no idea the Bernese life span was 7-8 years. Just not sure it that's worth the investment and if we decide to pursue that route we will finance and plan accordingly. |
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This is my 2 year old floppy eared (they never stood up) GSD.
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do some research on bullmastiffs. I'm on my second one and I swear they are the best dogs. I have some pics of Dozer in my personal...what the hell ever you call it.....my profile. I've already thrown pics of him in here somewhere....wouldn't want to Q!!! |
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2 year old Great Dane/Mastiff mix, Riley. And 4 year old goofy ass lab, Dansby
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I had always thought the Berners were the originals, but then I read this:
The Greater Swiss Mountain Dog It is distinguishable from its cousin, the Bernese Mountain dog, by its short hair. Also known as the Swissy, this breed is thought to be the earliest breed of all Sennenhunds. It is the largest and heaviest of other breeds, which is why most people purchase this breed for watching over them or protecting their homes and family. The coat of the GMD is tri-colored: mainly black, white and red. The outer coat is no longer than 2 inches. The outer coat is black and there are symmetrical patches of rust and white. Rust color is found over the eyes, cheeks and the sides of the chest. As for white, it is seen on the blaze of the nose and the tips of tail, feet and chest. Dogs of this breed must have a black outer coat, while their inner one may range from white, light grey to tawny |
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(all of a sudden seems dusty in here) I was talking to my dad and said, I wish I could never have to hurt like this again. and he said, son you'd never in a million years trade all the love that dog gave you over the years to get rid of the pain you have now. (damn it's dusty) |
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I still get misty at having to put Rosebud down a few months ago. She was my personal first pet. All the others I've had were pets of the family, but I got Rosie when I was living with a roommate in college (he'd gone back home for summer), and we had three months that were just us. She was only 6 weeks old when I got her, and in three month's time there was a pretty strong bond there. She liked my roommate, but it was pretty obvious to anyone that she was my cat. And I had her for four years before my wife and I married, so there were lots of times it was just Rosie and me. |
Those Great Swiss Mountain Dogs are good looking dogs too.
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But they aren't as good looking, IMO. Their aren't built quite as stocky, the faces aren't quite as squared and frankly I love the long hair on the Berners. The Swiss would ultimately be what I'd likely get, but only because the Bernese breed has just fallen apart over the last few decades. If anyone could ever bread a healthy Bernese again, I'd go that route. |
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she's getting old. it will be rough losing her. |
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And your Siamese acts like a Siamese. They can be very rambunctious and dog-like. |
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My boy O.J. celebrated his 20th birthday tonight with a special dinner. We got him crab legs, shrimp, raw salmon, and raw cod. He loves crab legs.
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20 years old! Wow! Congrats!
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The card next to him cracked me up. Congrats Rain Man! |
when I first saw the pic without reading Rain Man's post, I thought the cat was eating diced tomatoes and onions. I thought "man...that's a cool cat".
still cool either way though lol |
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As an aside, it's really hard to crack crab legs open if you don't have those little crab pliers at home. I had to use some kitchen shears, and actually ended up bleeding pretty good from a hit by some ricocheting crab armor. There's no way a person could win a mixed martial arts fight with a king crab. |
Yes I have a Goldendoodle. He's awesome. Shut up.
He is not fufu. He is a dudes dog. I just hate shedding (had a lab for many years). Time for the groomers and the kids wanted him to have a mohawk. I thought this was a great idea so told the groomer to make a mohawk. Let's see what happened... Cuba before: http://i49.tinypic.com/majint.jpg Cuba after: http://i46.tinypic.com/2r6199j.jpg |
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Cool dog. Can you take a better pic of him with he hawk?
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I'm going crazy. I'm supposed to adopt this cat on Feb 1 when I move into a new place, but because of my broken ankle I might not be able to move just yet (depends on if the doc gives me the OK to drive on Jan 30). So Ive been seeing the cat at the foster owners house a few times and she's really cool, but I just think about her every day and the fact that I don't have her yet is bumming me out....and it might be delayed a couple more weeks.
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He looked like flaming 80s poof hair homosexual. http://i47.tinypic.com/11ik0tf.jpg |
Son of a bitch. My parents had to put their dog down. I was really fond of it. Mom named him Bo, so I immediately had to change it to Rambo because he was a big German Shepherd and had MASSIVE canines. Plus he was really active and if he was going to do something he was by god going to DO IT.
Anyway, he was a really good dog despite my parents not doing a whole lot of training. Him and my dog played together a lot and had a pretty good relationship. When my dad was in the hospital, I was taking care of him, and he jumped out of my pickup after a rabbit when I was going about 40. He cracked his pelvis and I had to get him to the vet and take care of him while Dad was in the hospital. That's probably where I developed a really tight bond with him. He got to feeling better and was out at the farm a lot, being Rambo. A couple months ago, he broke his humorous...like shattered it. The vet did surgery and got it to probably 60% but was still improving slowly. It hobbled him pretty bad, but Rambo is unstoppable. Well, today he broke the other humorous. He didn't shatter it, but he wasn't going to be able to walk for a long time, and his quality of life was going to be pretty tough. So they decided to put him down. I'm going to miss big old Rambo. He was a great dog, and had a huge heart. But he was too much Rambo for his body. RIP buddy. http://www.chiefsplanet.com/BB/pictu...pictureid=1264 |
Sorry, dude. Great looking dog, and it sounds like you have some great memories. That's about all we can ask for because they're not ever going to be with us as long as they should be.
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I do feel bad for mom though. All growing up we had mutts around, and they were farm dogs. Then she thought she would try to get a German Shepherd to try to assure the traits she wanted. Well that dog got run over with a tractor about 6 months after she got it. And then this one and all it's problems. He was about 2.5 years old. Most of the rest of them had to be put down because of old age. I'm sure she's frustrated because she's spent a LOT more money and tried to do everything right with these shepherds. She was really attached to this one and took it pretty hard. |
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What I mean by this is that you're right: a person can make all of the right decisions for all of the right reasons and sometimes things just don't work out for whatever reason (luck, etc.). Don't let it get you down. Keep making the correct choices for the right reasons and things will work themselves out. |
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I'm really lucky with my dog. In fact I've sent him official notice that he has to outlive me. |
Not a story about my pets per say, but just goes to show how great Labs are. I have a four year old chocolate Lab.
http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphoto...53259952_n.jpg This is a great story...worth reading. They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street. But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must've thought I did. But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike. I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice." ____________ _________ _________ _________ To Whomever Gets My Dog: Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner. I'm not even happy writing it. He knew something was different. So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you. First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after them, so be careful. Don't do it by any roads. Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones ---"sit," "stay," "come," "heel." He knows hand signals, too: He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business. Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand. He's up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows. Finally, give him some time. It's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially. And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you...His name's not Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this ... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is "Tank." Because, that is what I drive. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter ... in the "event" ... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word. Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me. If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades. All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth. Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me. Thank you, Paul Mallory ____________ _________ _________ _______ I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer. I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog. "Hey, Tank," I said quietly. The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright. "C'mere boy." He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months. "Tank," I whispered. His tail swished. I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him. "It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball?" His ears perked again. "Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?" Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth. |
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My rotty Tyson and My boxer Bentley, just got him for Christmas. My rotty is 7, best dog I have ever had
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Does anyone else have a dog that likes to sleep in a recliner that rocks with no one in it but them?
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This morning Rocky the Cat thought he wanted a Blueberry Pancake.
He was quite persuasive, but I thought better of it. He had to settle for a kitty treat. But he was convinced Blueberry pancakes were a good breakfast choice for kitties. |
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He seems to enjoy his kitty treats. He's got a good gig. Pic of Rocky is attached: |
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I moved away from TN in 2010 with the intention of bringing my cat with me to New England as soon as I could. Then my roommate screwed me over and I ended up living with someone who was allergic. Then my cat died before I made it back to see her again, and I didn't find out until my mom told me on my first trip back. (What the ****?) I wouldn't have even gone back to that hellhole if I'd known she had died.
She was my best, most supportive friend for a long time and I still miss her desperately. http://i.minus.com/j6jo8aFmng4p7.jpg Today I'm helping my friend adopt a cat. I'm excited, because she's never had a cat before and I'm going to be the go-to catsitter. Also, the last time I catsat was awesome. |
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Riggs is posing today...
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We lost our beloved Laska this past Saturday. The attached picture was taken before we took her to the vet. Here's what my wife wrote about her in a web posting on DailyKos.com:
=========================================== We said goodbye to her this morning. Do dogs (or people) take on the personalities of the names we give them? I can’t be sure, but I’d never name my dog Cheney, unless I wanted a mean-tempered cowardly cur. When she was a freckle-faced ball of white fluff, we named the puppy Laska Tsarevna, in honor of her Russian roots as a samoyed. Tsarevna means princess, and Laska, meaning caress or endearment, was Levin’s favorite hunting dog in Anna Karenina. Our petting princess grew up to be smart, sweet, and drop-dead gorgeous. Everyone who saw her commented on her beauty and couldn’t help wanting to pet her. You can see why, across the orange curlicue. [see picture] Laska had the perfect manners and the absolute confidence of a true princess. She evidently got in line for personality tickets a couple of extra times. When she was 8 months old, we adopted a rescue samoyed who was 11 months old. There was some dispute at first over who was in charge, but the outcome was never in doubt. Koko was bigger and stronger, but Laska was smarter and sneakier. She always got her way, but they were best friends. When he lost his battle with lymphoma 3 years ago, she mourned for months. Laska’s distant ancestors in Siberia pulled sleds and herded reindeer, and her nearer ones were the favorite dogs for Arctic and Antarctic expeditions. The survivors were courageous, tough and charming dogs; the weaklings were fed to the other dogs. In her prime, Laska could run 10 miles with me and turn around and run with Dan 5 minutes later. She pulled a wagon for 3 miles in the Central Valley heat as a float for veterinary epidemiology in a parade. She was a working dog; when she hiked, she carried a pack with water bottles. She figured out how to catch birds out of the air, and squirrels on the run. But she would let a four-year-old take a bone out of her mouth to give it back to Koko, and a toddler climb on her and curl up in her soft fur. She waged a gallant battle with all the courage of her breed against the encroachment of old age. But in the end, Time, that thief of all brightness and vigor, caught up with her as she neared 15 years, ancient for a dog her size. She had to rest when running, and then she had to walk instead. She ate less and less, and became fur over a shadow of bones and the remnants of her strength. And finally, the last day came, when she could barely walk, even with our help. We took her to the vet this morning, and there were no more miracles. We lay next to her on a quilt on the floor and held her in our arms and watched the light fade, and heard our hearts break, as hers quietly stopped beating. Goodbye, sweet Laska, and may you run free in spirit, caressed always by our love. |
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Son of a bitch. Sorry Dan.
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I have been taking care of my basset who sprained his knee for the last week . $$$$ pain in the @@!.
This has turned into cancer we are fighting it it. So far so good. |
our latest addition. She's some sort of mix; floopy ears and cropped tail. Her bark is defintely 'Hound'-ish. Sweet thing. Only about 35 pounds; so, not sure if she'll get any bigger etc. Vet said she was about 2 years old, but I'm not so sure. She still has quite a bit of puppy in her but otherwise a great dog. her coat is that Brindle (sp?) type.
We decided to name her Scarlett [IMG]http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/a...05567094_n.jpg[/IMG] so, 3 damned dogs now. Darby and Oscar. http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/a...ze-KC/Dogs.jpg |
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Has everyone dreamed of your next pet before your one current dies? My dog has cancer and we are fighting it, he is doing better than last weekend, but still.
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Of course....if I had my way I'd have like 5 dogs. Dogs rule. |
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