Show off your PUPPIES!!
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My Rott and our redbone coonhound puppy0 -
This one0
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This is Sir Malcolm the Pug
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This is Sir Malcolm the Pug
OMG, HE'S SO STINKIN' CUTE! I just want to snuggle it
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How do you post a pic on here? I can't get mine to post.0
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Bump! Great puppies!0
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And here he is at 5 months. He is something else. Worlds woooorst hunting dog. He doesn't like to go outside at dark, he doesn't like to get his feet wet, and he is scared of cats.0 -
Your Sophie is adorable! Our Squash is a mess... Luckily we've convinced our daughter the puppy's face has to be washed daily to keep those stains on her face from being so bad, so now she tends to look better. We let her hair just grow like crazy during the winter... she looks a bit like a Wookie right now...
Squash she's a chipoo (and she loves that heater vent...
Sophie (The first dog on the thread) is a Chipoo too! :flowerforyou:
hahahahaha Awww it's okay...This is what Sophie looks like if I don't keep her groomed!
Unfortunately, little did I know, her undercoat was COMPLETELY matted. She went in for a simple bath and came out looking like this....
I almost cried!!! lol And that night, she was growling at herself in the mirror! lol So now I keep her hair at a happy medium so that we don't have to ever deal with having to get shaved again!
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my catahoula leopard dog, scout
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Here is Sophie's most recent picture- I took it today while we were out playing! Ever since around her second birthday (She just turned 3), she stopped wearing her ears pointy. For the first two years she would switch it up and have them straight up, or both down, or one up and one down, but now for the most part they're down
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This is my baby Doug Funnie! We adopted him from the shelter in September, he is about 7 1/2 months old. We think he is a lab/corgi mix. He is super high-energy, and loves to go for runs with me! (I'm training for my first-ever 5K). He is super sweet and loving. This picture is from a warm day in October (unusual here in Superior, WI) when we took him to the beach. He had just finished digging a big hole when I was able to snap this awesome picture.
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my catahoula leopard dog, scout
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This is my baby Doug Funnie! We adopted him from the shelter in September, he is about 7 1/2 months old. We think he is a lab/corgi mix. He is super high-energy, and loves to go for runs with me! (I'm training for my first-ever 5K). He is super sweet and loving. This picture is from a warm day in October (unusual here in Superior, WI) when we took him to the beach. He had just finished digging a big hole when I was able to snap this awesome picture.
He looks like he's having SO MUCH FUNNNNN!! :smooched:
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< Titch 6 years old Cavalier King Charles with a trimmed coat for the summer 0
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He was having a blast! He loves going to the beach, I can't wait for it to get warm again.0
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she is beautiful!!!
my puppy charlie! she's a rescue, so she is a mixture of a few different breeds i love her to death, she is the sweetest thing ever!
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Now I want a dog!! I wonder if I can trade in my husband's miserable,fat cat in for a dog lol. Thanks everyone for sharing0
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Pretty dogs.0
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My 3 year old Harley, he is a mix of what I am not sure. He is my baby.
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Here are my babies! All rescues. (left to right)
Sadie (CGC, plays flyball), Margarita (in training), and Rigby (CGC).
I imagine they must be fairly well trained already to line up for a photo like that! Rescue babies- they are the sweetest. My cats are also rescues.
Yes, they won't move until I tell them to. We have well-trained dogs in my house, and if they're not...they will be before they leave (I look after dogs sometimes for people)! I tried to write down all the commands they know one time, and it went past a legal sized piece of paper! The CGC itself was not easy to get (in my opinion). They have to be very well behaved to pass that test.
I love this topic! So much fun seeing everyone's furbabies! I've been trying to get the hubby to agree to a border collie...with all the agility and flyball we do, it is a wonderful breed for that...surprised there aren't more on here with all the running and active people!0 -
Ok here is Oliver when he was about 4 or 5 mo. old. He is a rescue of course. Am planning on training him finally this spring to leash walk. I was too out of shape last spring for it.0
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Ugh, don't know how to post pix. I have an older dog who is my love, got him when I was fostering 10 years ago. He is therapy trained and wonderful for walking. Big boy at 80 lbs. Goal is this summer to get the little guy leash trained so I can walk them both together!0
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ETA: Resized it (hopefully)0 -
My Hungarian Vizsla, Scarlett
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The other day, I said I would post about Mini...
Mini is my St. Bernard/Lab mix. I've had lots of pets in my life, but she has connected with me like no other. And she is quite the inspiration!
Mini was given up by a family into a kill shelter. Being a large mixed-breed, 10 month old puppy, she didn't have much of a chance. However, a woman who was trying to get out of fostering dogs happened to be in volunteering walking dogs one day. Mini was on the euthanasia table, already sedated, when the tech was paged for an emergency. He happened to leave the door open, the foster parent saw her, and couldn't let her die. She saved one more!
Two weeks later, I saw a listing on PetFinder for her. When I met her, I could tell she was something special. I adopted her, and managed to loose my car keys on a bathroom stop for her on the way home ('twas about a 2 hour trip). Here she is the day I adopted her:
We clicked very well, enjoyed puppy school (even though she was a bit too old for her class...) and she helped me train for a 30 day wilderness expedition in the Rockies.
One day we visited an old college friend in upstate New York. It snowed. A lot. We went for a walk - she always loved the cold. Suddenly, she darted off into the woods, dragging me on my stomach about 200 yards from the road. We stopped at a shivering, hypothermic 2 year old girl next to a tree. The girl had, ironically enough, toddled out a dog door un-noticed, and likely would have died of hypothermia if Mini hadn't found her!
Mini w/ droolsicles
Skip a year or so, and I started dating my now wife, after years of flirting at each other at work. I'm a little slow sometimes... She had Maynard, shown in my earlier post. Puppy play dates played an important role in our courtship!
Then we bought our farm. Yeah, before we got married. We like to do stuff out of order. Anyway, on our farm is a pond, and the puppies like to play in water! Our farrier was over with two of her dogs, so we took Mini, Maynard, plus her two down to romp in the pond. We had recently adopted Falkor, our great Pyrenees, but he had been abused in his prior life and was still afraid of everything.
We romped for a while, then it was time to go in. I was about to click the leash back on Mini when a deer decided to run by. Off Min i went after the deer. I tried to follow, but the deer trail diverged in the woods, and I couldn't. We went back home, figuring she would return. However, this was the first (and only) time she had EVER been off our property off-leash. Everyone else wasn't too concerned, but I was distraught.
20 minutes elapsed, then I got a phone call. "Hi. We have your dog. it looks like she's dying. She's bleeding from her eyes." Yipe! Being new to the area, it took me a bit to understand the directions. She had gotten off our property by about an 1/8 mile, though by road it required a couple of miles of driving. We got to her and she was lying, bleeding from the eyes, breathing shallowly and wimpering. Once she sniffed me, though, she perked up some.
We called our regular small animal vet, but being a Sunday, we had to leave a message on the emergency line and await a call back from the on call doc. Our farrier had our alpaca vet's cell phone number, and called her. She agreed to meet us at her clinic and away we went. She though she had run through a thorn bush or something, and torn her eyes. We decided to rush to the Purdue animal hospital, 2+ hours away. No pain meds this whole time, for fear of messing up potential surgery.
The Purdue folks discovered she had been shot in the face with birdshot. While we were waiting for them to see her, my brother, who lives in Lafayette (where Purdue is) came and met us. He is a police officer, and does crime scene investigation. He looked at the radiograph, and said it was clear the shot was taken form within 10 feet, was probably intentional, intended to cause pain and suffering.
The white dots are pellets
They gave us a couple of choices. We could put her down. We could keep the eyes, but she would need constant pain meds and eye drops, she wouldn't be able to see anyway, and they would shrivel up over time and have to be removed anyway, or we could have them removed.
The second choice was absurd. Why submit her to constant suffering for something merely cosmetic. I think they offered the first because of the cost involved, though at that point we had already incurred well over $1000, and hadn't really considered putting her down for economic reasons. We went with the third, and opted to have the surgery done at her home vet, so travel back and forth would be easier. Scheduled the surgery for a couple hours later (at this point it was 6:00ish Monday morning).
We had her eyes removed. It was sad, because she had such beautiful expressive eyes.
I used to often wake up saturday mornings with her on my chest (which, granted, was somewhat painful...), nose to nose, and if the light came in through the window right, could actually see her retina, and loved that.
We visited her in the hospital when we could, and she was really quite droopy. She clearly didn't like being away from the family, especially at such a stressful time.
Thus, we were certainly happy to get her home.
Mini was amazing at adapting. She would occasionally do things like try to jump on the couch, and instead be jumping on the corn pellet stove. But she just kept trying. Bonk her head on a chair, and after a moment, she'd find another route. Pretty soon, she was as cuddly as ever
though she doesn't get along so well with strange dogs anymore. If they yawn, she'll snap. I think it's tough for her, not being able to see their body language.
We never did find out who shot her. But, it only took us 3 years and 10 months to pay off the bills, thanks in large part to many internet donations from friends, colleagues, family, and even several people we didn't know.
Mini continues to be one of the biggest inspirations in my life. A truly remarkable soul!0 -
@Chad- Reading Mini's story has made me posting this thread completely worth it. I can't imagine what you must have been feeling at that time. Mini is so lucky to have found such a loving owner in you and I know she probably feels so much love from your family every day, though I know it usually feels like they give us so much without asking for anything in return.
At the end of Sophie's life, I hope I have been able to give her a just a FRACTION of what she's given me.
I'm so glad to hear she is adjusting well. Give her hugs for me! 0 -
This is my Borador Dehlila, she's 3 and the love the of my life.... Shhhh, don't tell my significant other
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The other day, I said I would post about Mini...
Mini is my St. Bernard/Lab mix. I've had lots of pets in my life, but she has connected with me like no other. And she is quite the inspiration!
Mini was given up by a family into a kill shelter. Being a large mixed-breed, 10 month old puppy, she didn't have much of a chance. However, a woman who was trying to get out of fostering dogs happened to be in volunteering walking dogs one day. Mini was on the euthanasia table, already sedated, when the tech was paged for an emergency. He happened to leave the door open, the foster parent saw her, and couldn't let her die. She saved one more!
Two weeks later, I saw a listing on PetFinder for her. When I met her, I could tell she was something special. I adopted her, and managed to loose my car keys on a bathroom stop for her on the way home ('twas about a 2 hour trip). Here she is the day I adopted her:
We clicked very well, enjoyed puppy school (even though she was a bit too old for her class...) and she helped me train for a 30 day wilderness expedition in the Rockies.
One day we visited an old college friend in upstate New York. It snowed. A lot. We went for a walk - she always loved the cold. Suddenly, she darted off into the woods, dragging me on my stomach about 200 yards from the road. We stopped at a shivering, hypothermic 2 year old girl next to a tree. The girl had, ironically enough, toddled out a dog door un-noticed, and likely would have died of hypothermia if Mini hadn't found her!
Mini w/ droolsicles
Skip a year or so, and I started dating my now wife, after years of flirting at each other at work. I'm a little slow sometimes... She had Maynard, shown in my earlier post. Puppy play dates played an important role in our courtship!
Then we bought our farm. Yeah, before we got married. We like to do stuff out of order. Anyway, on our farm is a pond, and the puppies like to play in water! Our farrier was over with two of her dogs, so we took Mini, Maynard, plus her two down to romp in the pond. We had recently adopted Falkor, our great Pyrenees, but he had been abused in his prior life and was still afraid of everything.
We romped for a while, then it was time to go in. I was about to click the leash back on Mini when a deer decided to run by. Off Min i went after the deer. I tried to follow, but the deer trail diverged in the woods, and I couldn't. We went back home, figuring she would return. However, this was the first (and only) time she had EVER been off our property off-leash. Everyone else wasn't too concerned, but I was distraught.
20 minutes elapsed, then I got a phone call. "Hi. We have your dog. it looks like she's dying. She's bleeding from her eyes." Yipe! Being new to the area, it took me a bit to understand the directions. She had gotten off our property by about an 1/8 mile, though by road it required a couple of miles of driving. We got to her and she was lying, bleeding from the eyes, breathing shallowly and wimpering. Once she sniffed me, though, she perked up some.
We called our regular small animal vet, but being a Sunday, we had to leave a message on the emergency line and await a call back from the on call doc. Our farrier had our alpaca vet's cell phone number, and called her. She agreed to meet us at her clinic and away we went. She though she had run through a thorn bush or something, and torn her eyes. We decided to rush to the Purdue animal hospital, 2+ hours away. No pain meds this whole time, for fear of messing up potential surgery.
The Purdue folks discovered she had been shot in the face with birdshot. While we were waiting for them to see her, my brother, who lives in Lafayette (where Purdue is) came and met us. He is a police officer, and does crime scene investigation. He looked at the radiograph, and said it was clear the shot was taken form within 10 feet, was probably intentional, intended to cause pain and suffering.
The white dots are pellets
They gave us a couple of choices. We could put her down. We could keep the eyes, but she would need constant pain meds and eye drops, she wouldn't be able to see anyway, and they would shrivel up over time and have to be removed anyway, or we could have them removed.
The second choice was absurd. Why submit her to constant suffering for something merely cosmetic. I think they offered the first because of the cost involved, though at that point we had already incurred well over $1000, and hadn't really considered putting her down for economic reasons. We went with the third, and opted to have the surgery done at her home vet, so travel back and forth would be easier. Scheduled the surgery for a couple hours later (at this point it was 6:00ish Monday morning).
We had her eyes removed. It was sad, because she had such beautiful expressive eyes.
I used to often wake up saturday mornings with her on my chest (which, granted, was somewhat painful...), nose to nose, and if the light came in through the window right, could actually see her retina, and loved that.
We visited her in the hospital when we could, and she was really quite droopy. She clearly didn't like being away from the family, especially at such a stressful time.
Thus, we were certainly happy to get her home.
Mini was amazing at adapting. She would occasionally do things like try to jump on the couch, and instead be jumping on the corn pellet stove. But she just kept trying. Bonk her head on a chair, and after a moment, she'd find another route. Pretty soon, she was as cuddly as ever
though she doesn't get along so well with strange dogs anymore. If they yawn, she'll snap. I think it's tough for her, not being able to see their body language.
We never did find out who shot her. But, it only took us 3 years and 10 months to pay off the bills, thanks in large part to many internet donations from friends, colleagues, family, and even several people we didn't know.
Mini continues to be one of the biggest inspirations in my life. A truly remarkable soul!
That is such an amazing story of love from humans to a dog. My dog lives with my mom right now and even though I just saw her a few hours ago, you've made me miss her so much more than I already have.....
Yours is truly a tale of love.0
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