Dog Stories

[Neo 721]

owners dont take kindley to that, sound fun though

[Mathea]

My dog Petey, who lives wif my mom cuz my place is too small, plays "find it". I tell him to find it and it's always interesting to see what he brings back. Camping one time he brought back an unopened can of somethin, either beans or soup.... one time he ran off and was digging a hole for bout 20 minutes, then pulled out an old block of wood... he's brought me cigarettes and toys n random things.... if only i could teach him to get wallets....

[FlyingDutchman]

This is a great thread ! Thanks for your stories

My first dog (I was 17 at the time) choose me as his master. I worked as a temp dishwasher in a beach-cafe and the 7 month old dog there listened better to me than to his owner within 2 weeks. I was allowed to buy him, and we've been together ever since, except for some holiday trips. This dog, (Bouvier des Flandres for 3/4, Belgian shepherd 1/4), was fabulous.

To many stories to tell, but here is just one.

I had to stay at a hospital (rehabilitation centre) for 2 years. "Only with my dog" I replied. They held a meeting, and the dog and I got a week probation.
After that week we both were allowed to stay, and it was the first dog there ever to be allowed on the wards. You can't imagine how the patients there loved to see that dog while they couldn't have their pets around.
We both finished our 2 years there, and after 4 years I had to visit the place again for a day. Where is "Quenta" I was asked several times.

That dog left a lasting impression with many people.

[zirjacks]

Here is a picture of our two dogs, a minpin and a chihuahua

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The chihuahua -named peenut- is only a little over a year old so he wants to play constantly but the minpin -named loco- is almost 8 years and only wants to play when he is ready to. It is to funny the way they act sometimes.

[hobbes]

I'm glad you people have shared so many "positive" dog stories. Anyone who has owned one has experienced too many sad ones to want to hear another.

Let's keep it positive or else I might need to get me hanky.

J2, my uncle was a hunter and kept 3-4 Golden Retreivers at all times. When the dogs weren't hunting they accompanied myself and my Grandmother to her 200 acre cattle ranch/ wooded area in Illinois which fronted on the Mississippi River.

So many good times, and such a relief to have when walking between the caretakers house (and his 12 children) and the Master house along those unlit dirt roads on a moonless Fall night, after watching Salem's Lot.

Those Goldens could make some of the most pitifully sad faces you have ever seen. They wouldn't beg with their mouths, but with their eyes, for just a bit of morning bacon, and a bit of sweet roll, as well.

I swear those dogs never bit or growled, even when the little kids would start pulling their hair. The dogs would just walk away. We never had much luck getting them to live beyond 7-8 years, and death was usually from natural causes.

[seiya_33]

my chihuahua scored once , yeah
thats my boy ,

[j2k4]

Yeah, the Goldens are great.

Ours were always ready for anything you wanted to do, just so long as they could do it with you.

True companions, and incredible instincts for protection; they have this situational sense I can't really describe, except to say that it was never wrong.

The only bad decision my Rags ever made was over that damn bear.

And, as you say, Hobbes, the most expressive faces ever put on a dog.

[hobbes]

Originally posted by j2k4@11 March 2004 - 06:20
Yeah, the Goldens are great.

Ours were always ready for anything you wanted to do, just so long as they could do it with you.

True companions, and incredible instincts for protection; they have this situational sense I can't really describe, except to say that it was never wrong.

The only bad decision my Rags ever made was over that damn bear.

And, as you say, Hobbes, the most expressive faces ever put on a dog.

What I find remarkable about the man-dog relationship is that your dog, Rags, would rather die than let harm come to you, an amazing commitment to something of another species.

I don't know the situation you faced, but if you could have helped you would have. Sometimes we cannot get our dogs to understand that "a good run is better than a bad stand". They only see black vs white. You were threatened they must defend.

But we all know that we both would risk our lives to save our dogs. We would jump into a raging river, rush into a burning house, without thought for self, to save our dogs.

A strange, but very special bond.

[j2k4]

Just so-

Thing was, I was pretty well away when he actually attacked the bear.

It was just kind of a face-off until I turned around to call him (I was beatin' ass outta there, you bet).

I still can't believe it.

[hobbes]

Originally posted by j2k4@11 March 2004 - 06:48
Just so-

Thing was, I was pretty well away when he actually attacked the bear.

It was just kind of a face-off until I turned around to call him (I was beatin' ass outta there, you bet).

I still can't believe it.

Exactly as I had imagined.

You yell, "bear, run Rags, run".

You don't expect that it has different priorities and you don't realize this until too late.

A bear has got to be the most fearsome adversary, as it is not only so much bigger, but so much faster.

I feel your pain, and I appreciate your inability to save your dog. Nothing you could do, nothing anyone could have done, short of shoting the bear.