I miss my good friend, Tonya, she'll be gone 4 years Easter Sunday.
To: SweetCaroline
Max simply wants you to wonder what the hell he wants. He just wants to see you get that goofy human problem solving behavior.......he really doesn't want a damned thing, just to tick you off.......like you said, poodles are one of the most intelligent breeds.......and he just outfoxed you guys.....
To: SweetCaroline
I can sympathize. I've loved and lost more than one dog. We are blessed with a little guy now, he's 6 and going strong, but sooner or later the inevitable will happen. My wife is convinced there will never be another dog in the family, but she loves the one we have now.
So, I enjoy every moment, every bark and every snuggle I get. Dogs are truly man's best friend.
3 posted on
02/23/2005 7:15:42 PM PST by
Hodar
(With Rights, come Responsibilities. Don't assume one, without assuming the other.)
To: SweetCaroline
My companion Adina died April 29, 2003. I think of her every day. She was a wonderful dog.
5 posted on
02/23/2005 7:43:58 PM PST by
Vicki
(Truth and Reality)
To: SweetCaroline
Karen, a Cairn Terrier (think Toto except with lighter hair) died last year. She got this skin disease that hurt her a lot and we had to put her down. She was a great dog, my first dog, and she lasted for 14 years. Maybe once a week I think of seeing the life drain out of her on the table when they put her to sleep. Man. That was tough. I am pretty desensitized by movies etc., but when she was gone, I cried. I don't know how my mom was able to keep from doing so, but she is one tough woman. Ah, I guess when I am in heaven, I will ask for my little dog to be by my side.
I wish I took more pictures of her.
Ah, alas. Here is a pic that comes close.
7 posted on
02/23/2005 7:58:15 PM PST by
rwfromkansas
("War is an ugly thing, but...the decayed feeling...which thinks nothing worth war, is worse." -Mill)
To: SweetCaroline
Dogs want to eat deer meat. They adore it.
8 posted on
02/23/2005 7:59:31 PM PST by
Sam Cree
(Democrats are herd animals)
To: SweetCaroline
My Harm communicates exceedingly well. He is a three year old Malamute/Husky/Lab mix. He wakes me at 5:30 with degrees of barking in my ear and pushing his muzzle under the covers to get to my face until I get up to feed him. Food is the most important thing to Harm. After his canned dog food (his dry food is out all the time for his convenience) he barks for his dog biscuits. He has a pet door for his convenience, so he does not have to walk with me. I go back to bed. He comes in and barks very loudly to make me get up. He wants to play. He brings in his stuffed toy and drops it on me. I have to play fetch until he is tired. I am up. Then he goes to bed. Harm rules.
11 posted on
02/23/2005 8:47:43 PM PST by
Goodgirlinred
( GoodGirlInRed Four More Years!!!!!)
To: SweetCaroline
Max isn't thinking about anything in particular. He is bored.
12 posted on
02/23/2005 8:51:35 PM PST by
js1138
To: SweetCaroline; Chieftain; Jet Jaguar; ecurbh; Flyer; technochick99; sinkspur; annyokie; ...
Our new dog "Homer" is an interesting personality, I think we underestimated his depth at first... He has come to us as a lost stray at middle age... no history provided, only guessed at, we know someone used to cruelly pull his ears, because he worries about us handling them. He whines sometimes, and has a depth in his eyes that tells me he has seen something in life... much more complex than the unbridled optimism of my eternal puppy Gidget. When he's happy, he's happy all the way.... but sometimes he pauses a moment and sits, very upright, quietly looking far off, solemn and very regal, he looks very sad.
I have a friend who would say our Gidget has a 'young soul'. I think Homer is an old soul. I don't know all he's seen.
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16 posted on
02/24/2005 6:39:43 AM PST by
HairOfTheDog
(It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life!)
To: SweetCaroline
My girlfriend has a border collie named Patches. He is extremely smart and loves it when I come over. He plays with Yvette's two daughters, but their style of play is a little too dainty for him and he likes to tussle and play tug of war and stuff with me. He has a favorite toy (a stuffed toy bone with a squeaker in it)and whenever you say, "Let's go play, Patches" he digs through his toys and drags it out. Of course outside we play with that bone, a frisbee and other toys. When play time is over and we are going inside, I let him get to the door and then say, "Where's the bone?" He gets this look like he wants to slap himself on the head and will go get it.
Yvette does not give him his breakfast until the girls are at the table and it is his job to go wake them up and heard them into the bathroom. Since he won't get to eat until they do, he will get into a panic if they lolligag or are moving too slow and will bark to move them along. Great dog. A genius compared to the lovable, but dumb as a sack of wet mice, dog I have.
19 posted on
02/24/2005 6:53:03 AM PST by
speed_addiction
(Ninja's last words, "Hey guys. Watch me just flip out on that big dude over there!")
To: SweetCaroline
Gary Larson Far Side Cartoons once answered this question with the invention of a translation machine for dogs. Untranslated: Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
Translated Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey.
26 posted on
02/24/2005 7:22:32 AM PST by
KC_for_Freedom
(Sailing the highways of America, and loving it.)
To: SweetCaroline
Miss my shepher/Colllie mix - Ozzie.
Protected the family well. Would not let another man in the house if I was gone. Would not let anyone out of their car if the kids were home alone.
Had a wonderful philosophy of life - If I can't eat it or screw it, pi$$ on it.
33 posted on
02/24/2005 8:24:38 AM PST by
N. Theknow
(Trusting CBS to fact check is like asking Michael Jackson to baby sit your kid.)
To: SweetCaroline
My Silas did the same thing last weekend at my mom's house. From looking at where he turned his head and looked I found out that he was telling me that Molly mom's dog had gotten a hold of his stuff toy and was trying to chew it up and ruin it. I got the toy back and he played with it with me. He and Molly would run and jump for it and he had no problem with Molly playing with his toy but apparently didn't want her to chew it up. Later he came to me and again tried to tell me something important with those serious and seemingly sad eyes and I looked behind the chair where he seemed to point and Molly was enjoying trying to chew up his toy again. It is something that he seemed to reason that it was OK for her to play with his toy but that he didn't want her to ruin it.
42 posted on
02/25/2005 12:49:40 AM PST by
Bellflower
(A new day is Coming!)
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