Posted on 04/12/2017 4:43:45 PM PDT by nickcarraway
The time had come that Topper needed to be put down and her father took him to the vet. Topper was sitting next to him, head on his lap. The vet comes into the waiting area. Topper got up, walked to vet, paused, turned around and walked back to her father and liked his hand, he then turned, head down and walked back to the vet and into the room he was lead to.
Her father always teared up when he told the story: "He knew it was time". Also said he would never put another dog down.
My male Dobermann, Odin, has crushed the living room door knob with his jaws, so it’s flattened enough for him to turn it.
In the mid-80s, I was in the bedroom while my pack of rescue Dobes were out in the hall in their dog beds.
I was in bed, and suddenly, the doorknob started rattling back and forth, as though someone was about to break in in the room.
I got out of bed, sneaked to the door and quickly grabbed the knob and flung open the door...and hit myself right across the left eyebrow, full force, with the edge of the oak door.
My husband awoke to the sight of me screaming in pain, blood pouring down my face and three Dobermanns, standing there looking at me like WTF?
It turned out that Arthur was the genius who opened doors.
[although Merlin and Angus probably put him up it]
After that, I gave up trying to keep them from being with me, 24/7.
:)
This year, I forgot Seven’s birthday until it was 8 at night.
I freaked out, because she’s never not had a birthday trip to the ‘toy stores’.
Luckily, I have new toys stashed away that I dole out, and I quickly made her a special supper.
She didn’t know the difference but I’ll feel guilty about it, forever.
/bad mom
quite a few that is.
From your link:
“Fences must be secure, for Pyrs have a tendency to roam.”
I guess so!
Nah! Cats can and have opened doors before. There’s video of them doing it all over the internet
no doubt
8>)
Great dog! I had one for a while that I had to reinforce all my fences and she still could climb right up and over any fence as long as she could get her nails and toes into it to grab she could climb it.
She finally got away one too many times and I let the Humane Society find another home for her. I like to think she found a home with some brick walls she couldn’t climb or just wandered off to be a free dog out in the wild. She was a roamer and nothing was going to stop her from doing it.
I’m sure everyone remembers The Great Snake Escape, several years ago, when one of my Ball Pythons used his head as a crescent wrench to unlock his door latches and then went a’Viking inside my walls for 3 weeks.
Snakes know things.
o.O
I reckon if by “good”, you mean I don’t yank my dogs’ skin back like that, then yeah, I’m a real peach.
:D
We’re very lucky snakes don’t have thumbs. And fingers.
I just *love* people who stage/create scenes to post to fill their own ego.
Ahhhhhhh... the interwebs.
Take me back to simpler times. When you could be a cowboy or an Indian, pretend shoot someone, and have cap pistol, without the whole d@mn world coming down on you.
:)
That dog looks just like my dog, Kiro. RIP
Very much so.
:D
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