Skip to comments.THE PAJAMA PUPPIES LITTERATI OF THE SCRATCH 'N SNIFF SALOON INVITE YOU TO JOIN THEM.
Posted on 10/17/2004 12:08:36 PM PDT by TASMANIANRED
It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I am tired of politics and my ulcer. I'd like to have some fun talking dogs.
Topic of the day is: funny , touching or embarrassing dog stories.
Solly was 5 months old and I had worked with her for some time , her problem was forging. We tried every trick that I knew including a choker collar. She didn't care if she strangled herself. I bought a Halti and she did very well with it.
On the first night of class, We showed up with her Halti on. The instructor came over and said "we don't use those". She put a choker chain on Solitare. I told her that we had already failed with that method. Her response, "We'll see."
Solitare is a big play baby and the sight of all those other playmates was about more than she could stand. The fru-fru poodle lady had to go to the other side of the room so she didn't have to stand by my unruly dog.
We walked and stopped, at least that was what was supposed to happen. Solly drug me around the rink sounding like she was going to strangle.
This went on for 30 minutes. The instructor came over to show me how to handle my dog. How to pop the collar just right. Solitare nearly pulled her off of her feet.
Around the ring one more time and Solitare cut loose with an elephant dropping right there infront of everyone. I was prepared with my doggie bag and paper towels. I was actually grateful to be facing the floor because I am sure my face was crimson. I literally choked the s--t out of her.
The instructor came over and whispered that I might want to switch to the Halti. I knew that before we started.
8 weeks later, Solitare was granted the honor of the most improved dog and graduated with acclaim.
Pajama Puppy ping.
Come and play...
I'm thinking about a good one....
FYI..Today's NY Post..the pet column, reports, and has a pic, that Elisabeth Roehm, the star of Law & Order, allows her Dobie to sleep in the bed with her....Lucky dog...
So I laugh when I hear them make it plain
That dogs and men never meet again.
For all their talk who'd listen to them,
With the soul in the shining eyes of him?
Would God be wasting a dog like Tim?
W M Letts, Songs of Leinster
At the dog-show held at our local hospital fete, there were many handsome dogs with equally handsome owners. But my attention was drawn to a small mongrel and his owner, a boy of about eleven. For nearly an hour, the boy had been gently grooming and hugging his pet in turn.
When his name was called the boy tenderly took the dog's head into his cupped hands and looked at him with all the love a small boy could show. "Now you mustn't be upset if you don't win a prize," he said, "you see, they don't know you as well as I do." source unknown
The dog was created especially for children. He is the god of frolic. Henry Ward Beecher
I would rather see a portrait of a dog that I know, than all the allegorical paintings they can show me in the world. Samuel Johnson
My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to 99 cents a can. That's almost $7.00 in dog money. Joe Weinstein
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace. Milan Kundera
If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience. Woodrow Wilson
Did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic insomniac who stays up all night wondering if there really is a Dog? source unknown
When the Man waked up he said,
'What is Wild Dog doing here?'
And the Woman said,
'His name is not Wild Dog any more,
but the First Friend,
because he will be our friend
for always and always and always.' Rudyard Kipling
My dog is usually pleased with what I do, because she is not infected with the concept of what I 'should' be doing. Lonzo Idolswine
What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog."
Dwight D. Eisenhower
I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance. James Thurber
There is an Indian legend which says when a human dies there is a bridge they must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of that bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based upon what they know of this person, decide which humans may cross the bridge.... and which are turned away..." Unknown
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery, if inscribed over human ashes, is but a Just Tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a Dog. Hobhouse - Epitaph, on Lord Byron's dog, Boatswain, at Newstead Abbey
My Mac (a golden)was one of the best ever! When he got sick and needed chemo and was dying of a slow progressive cancer I was falling apart. I got a book that said I should have two dogs....so I went and got Clancy thinking this would make Mac feel better. BIG MISTAKE...he was too sick and too elderly to take a small puppy. However, you don't take the puppy back to the adoption agency...so there were some good times but there was that one night that Mac had had enough and let Clancy have it....one little nick to his nose. After Mac died I got Oliver...the two boys love and adore each other. Every time I look at Clancy there is that "little nick" on his nose where the hair never grew back...just as a reminder that Mac still rules. The idea of going through life without a dog is definetly not an option for me.
Those are all especially nice quotes.
You must love or have loved a very special dog to have collected them.
There is a quote...not sure who said it.
"If we live to be 100 and they (dogs) live to be 50...it's still not enough time".
I love that quote and oh sooooo true!
" After Mac died I got Oliver...the two boys love and adore each other"
I made the mistake of trying 2 puppies at the same time after the loss of my Black Lab Brittany. At least it was a mistake for about the first 4 months. Now that they are pushing a year old , it seems like a fine idea.
They are in a constant tussle playing but they love each other as well.
Jackie is smaller and a little timid. When they get a treat she has to run and then lay down right along her sister.
When they aren't pulling each other around by the ears , they are busy grooming each others ears.
Solitare is so big that Jackie's whole head fits in her mouth.
You must love or have loved a very special dog to have collected them.
I have been owned by several great dogs.
Not to go back to politics and upset the ulcer...I keep asking if anyone knows if Kerry has a dog? My feeling is he does not!
I believe that "bridge" that is referred to is called "Rainbow's Bridge".
Great idea!! The author of this poem is unknown but, because it really struck a cord with me, I thought I'd share it with you here ~ complete with the 'illustrative' photos of my favorite dog I added. I hope you enjoy it!
My dogs own me and my house.
I am really growing to love my puppies but I did have one of the worlds all time good dogs for 14 years. I lost her last year Thanksgiving weekend . I could no more get over her than I could get over losing a child.
I am really enjoying the pups and now that they are growing up they are delightful most of the time.
I can tell you emphatically...there is NO GOLDEN ON THE FACE OF THIS EARTH THAT WOULD EVER ....EVER BE PART OF THAT FAMILY!
"NO GOLDEN ON THE FACE OF THIS EARTH THAT WOULD EVER ....EVER BE PART OF THAT FAMILY!"
He was held hostage...
My favorite toy collie, Bacchus acquired me when she was only weeks old. Being a puppy, I'd doubts that she and my sister's cat, Blitzen. Who was about a year old, would get along.
There were territorial arguments for around two months. Noisy. Mostly fruitless and (discounting toppled vases and spilled drinks) non-violent.
Soon, detente was reached and the two got along. Until Blitzen started snooping out quiet, secluded places.
In July, Blitzen dropped a litter of five kittens under the kitchen porch. With Bacchus standing guard. Making sure Blitzen and her kindle were not bothered by prying eyes.
The kittens grew and watched their mother and Bacchus play. With Blitzen's signature, claws reatracted swat to Bacchus's nose to let her know that she'd had enough fun.
One day the furry family was in the living room. And Omar, one of the more prococious of the litter decided to rear up on his hind legs and swat Bacchus's nose.
My girl took the blow silently. Beads of blood on her snout. And planted Omar flat onto the floor with her right paw. Splaying Omar's legs and paws.
As if to say:
"Just because your mother can do it. Doesn't meant that you can!"
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