Damn, sorry to hear George.

I had to take my buddy's 16 year old cat in to be put down on Wednesday.




No one in his family could do it. Then I took it to them so they could bury it. Sucked

That's tough, George. Sorry you lost your friend.

This is Wade Davis. He was a stray that started coming around during the World Series. My wife took him in while I was out and he's been here ever since. We've become pretty good buds.

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Blasting some tunes together.

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Getin' turnt up on New Years.

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Morning after.

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I have really shitty luck with the pets we end up with and generally end up giving to other people. I have written about them in my blog on many occasions, usually due to the fact that there are crazy-funny stories attached to them. Here is a story I wrote and posted last week about a dog we had for a few months named "Pippi." Has kind of a shitty ending, but hopefully the stuff leading to it can make you laugh.

Here is the link to it if you'd rather have a different/better view...if not, just read it here...I will post it in the way that it is presented in the post to the best of my ability.

For 3 Months, I Was Known Around Town as "The Guy With the Dog On His Roof"

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So roughly a year ago, ran into an old friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in a while and we had the following conversation:

Friend: Hey Rico! Long time, no-see dude! How have you been!?!?

Me: I’ve been breathing, I guess. How about yourself?

Friend: I’ve been AWESOME! My kids are growing up and I am having a blast! So where are you living now? Are you living in town?

Me: Yep, I own a house on the East side of town.

Friend: Oh yeah? Where’s that???

Me: I own the house that always has that dog running around on top of the roof. That is where I live.

Friend: Ohhhh, ok!!! I know EXACTLY which house you are talking about. My wife and I drove by a couple times and saw that and we laughed our asses off about it. That’s freaking hilarious!!! You always have a ton of cars in your driveway, right?

Me: Yep…that’s the one…my garage door is acting up and I can’t get my cars in there.

*** This really was a real conversation. No joke. As you probably noticed, this guy knew exactly where I lived, not by me disclosing my address, but by describing my place as “the house that always has that dog running around on top of the roof.”

So for a few months, I was known around town as “the guy with the dog on his roof.” EVERY town has one of THOSE guys, right?!?! Yeah…I didn’t think so. This stupid shit only seems to happen to me. Is it just me, or do I have some of the most atrocious luck with some of the pets I have owned? I don’t ever witness any dogs running on any other peoples’ roofs. Why is there one running on mine? And if you’ve followed this site, you probably know that this dog is far from the first pet we’ve owned with strange tendencies/behaviors. You may recall the posts; “My Dog Loves the Smell of Her Own Ass,” “My Dog Hates Mullets,” “Meet the Hamburglar,” “Meet the Cat Who Pooped and Peed on My Crotch, Snarflebunz,” “50 Nifty Puns about the Buns of Snarflebunz,” etc. All of these are examples of posts about some of the pets I have owned that turned out…strange…and in most cases, didn’t work out for us.

So for a few months, I owned a dog that I couldn’t get to stop jumping and running around on our roof. Her name was Pippy. Here’s the story:

One night in the Summer of 2013, I had to run some errands in town and didn’t return to my house until it was dark outside…it was probably around 10:00 PM. Many things were weighing heavily on my mind at that time; school, my kids, work, wrestling, the Kansas City Chiefs training camp and roster moves, this blog and whether I should keep it up or take it down, hotel reservations for Lollapalooza, student loans and how I’ve ruined my life by digging myself into the depths of debt with them, my future, etc. Ya know, the regular stuff that I am always pondering and/or worrying about. I worry all the time about this shit…way too much.



Driving home, I was in a trance that was at a level presumably classified a small notch or two above full-fledged highway hypnosis. I was functioning in doing what I had to do, going through the motions, but my mind was elsewhere…in deep thought about whatever. I pulled into my driveway, grabbed the grocery sacks in my front seat and exited my vehicle, all while remaining in the “heavy thought” trance that had handicapped me since I began driving home.

When I began walking towards my front door, I remained in this trance until something abruptly forced me out of it by frightening me to the point where I thought I was going to have a heart attack. When I was roughly 10 feet away from my front door, I heard a deep, intensely loud and ferocious growl. Whatever it was that was growling at me, sounded like that MGM Lion that you see/hear growling before movies pumped with steroids with the volume at the theater set to the maximum times 10. It was LOUD…and it was SCARY….And it sounded like it was coming from 5-10 feet above my head, so therefore it was CONFUSING. I briefly thought to myself, “what the hell!!!?!? A lion hasn’t escaped from any zoos and made it’s way to my house, has it?!?! And if so, this lion hasn’t been trained to freaking fly, has it??? For that growl sounds like a lion that is hovering 5-10 feet in the air!?!?!”

My fear-induced, knee-jerk reaction was to run the hell away…so I did…I ran all the way through my yard and into the street and stood next to my mailbox, which is right next to the neighbor across the street’s driveway. When I was able to calm down a bit, I began looking towards the sky, which was where I heard those terrorizing growls coming from. This is what I saw:

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It was Pippi, barking and growling like a freaking grizzly bear. Pippi was a 10 month old female white boxer dog that resembled a pit bull. We had purchased her the night before on a site that I am not fond of when it comes to pet-searching, called Burlington: Buy, Sell, Trade on Facebook. I take that back, WE didn’t purchase that dog. My wife did…without me knowing about it. She knew that if she asked me if we could get a pet she fell in love with because she saw a pic of it on Burlington: Buy, Sell, Trade, that my reaction would be, “hell no! That is where we got the Hamburglar, Snarflebunz and those two English Terrier/Boxer mixes that tore our basement up!!! We will only end up just getting back on that site and trying to sell the dog to someone else because there is ALWAYS a catch when it comes to Burlington: Buy, Sell, Trade pets. There is obviously a reason why their owners are so adamant to get rid of them for such low prices or in many cases (in Pippi’s case) FREE!!! There is ALWAYS a catch with animals on that site!!!”

And I DID say that to her, possibly word for word… after she had already purchased the dog and brought her home. Her response to me was this:

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"Duh rico. This one is different. It is soooo cute. Plus your favorite dog in the world is a white boxer just like her. The owners say she is a good dog and the reason they are giving her away for free is because their son was the primary caregiver and he just moved."

I would have rebutted with something along the lines of, “if this primary caregiver raised such a good dog, why didn’t he take the dog with him when he moved out?!?” I didn’t say anything, though. I knew it was a fight I would not win and I had no dog in the fight, matched up to this dog Krystal brought home that I knew was likely to be a disaster waiting to happen.

So I entered my house, my face stained red with steam surging out of my ears. I was pissed. “ANOTHER pet with issues purchased via Burlington: Buy, Sell, Trade. Unbelievable!” I thought to myself. Krystal was sitting on the couch. I asked, “so how long has this new dog been on our roof and how the hell did she get there?” She replied, “I don’t know, I just let her outside to go potty and when I went inside, I heard a bunch of plopping around on the roof, followed by scratching on our window.” Krystal then pointed at the living room window and motioned for me to look outside. There she was…Pippi was staring right at the window and when she noticed me, she began scratching at the window profusely while barking and growling.

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*** This is the view outside my living room window. This is where Pippi would camp out on the roof immediately after being let outside to go potty. She knew we were there, so she would scratch at the window to ensure that she had our full attention at all times…She ended up tearing the webbing of the entire screen and cracking the window.

After one day of owning this dog, she had discovered a way to jump on top of the roof and had scratched a gash into the screen of our living room window. We were not off to a great start with Pippi. And things never improved. She continued to do it. And I couldn’t stop her…she was way too quick and seemed to know that I wasn’t going to chase her on to the roof to get her down. She was also bull-headed and regardless of how many times I had scolded her and begged her not to jump on the roof, she would still do it. It seemingly became part of her routine when she was let outside. As soon as the door opened, she made a bee line to the ledge of our deck and jumped from the deck to the roof…and that was her playground outside. Here are a couple pictures of Pippi in the act of doing this:

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*** This is in reverse when compared to how she actually got on top of the roof…this is a picture of her stepping down. However, with this pic, I think you probably get the drift of her roof jumping tactics.

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*** And to make things worse, she became cocky about it. She knew we couldn’t stop her. Right when she would jump on top of the roof, she would turn around and start barking at us…as if she were taunting us.

Then she began making some substantial damage to our house, primarily our roof. She started out by clawing and scraping all of the windows, ultimately ruining every screen and cracking a couple of the windows in the upper level of our house. She also started scraping the shingles off the roof so she could chew on them. To top things off, despite the fact that she had a nice, decent sized fenced in back yard that she could use as her personal playground and toilet, she chose to use the bathroom on top of our roof. After a couple weeks of owning Pippi, our roof was littered with numerous piss spots and dog poop nuggets. People driving down the freaking street would be able to notice that I had dog shit all over my roof. How is that for classy?

This dog was a major problem.

After a few weeks, not only did my neighborhood notice that this had been going on, but the entire town seemed to know about it. I couldn’t go anywhere without somebody approaching me to talk to me about it. The gas station, the restaurant, the grocery store, the barber shop, the post office…everywhere I went I would have people approach me and ask, “hey Rico, did you that your dog has been jumping on your roof?” This question always annoyed me, not only because I had someone asking that exact question 10 times a day, but also because I’d sit there and think to myself, “HAVE I NOTICED THAT MY DOG CONSTANTLY JUMPS ON MY ROOF?!?! SERIOUSLY?!?! HOW DUMB DO THESE PEOPLE THINK I AM FOR IT TO EVEN BE REMOTELY POSSIBLE NOT TO NOTICE THAT MY DOG IS ALWAYS RAISING HELL ON MY ROOF AND GROWLING AT AND SCARING EVERY INDIVIDUAL WHO WALKS DOWN THE STREET BY OUR HOUSE?!?!?!” Most of the time, I responded unenthusiastically, “yes, I have noticed…we are trying to find a solution.” However, sometimes for fun, I would act like I had no idea what they were talking about and would respond with, “WHAT?! MY DOG HAS BEEN JUMPING ON MY ROOF?! I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!!!”

About 3 months after we brought Pippi home, we began searching for a new home for her. The breaking point came when I woke up to my doorbell one morning and when I walked downstairs to open the door, I was greeted by a cop who had received a complaint from a woman who was walking down my street with her toddler who alleged that she was growled at by a pit bull on top of my roof. To start, I explained that the dog wasn’t a pit bull, but a boxer and that while she sounded like a rabid Grizzly Bear when she growled at people walking by, she was just silly and wouldn’t harm a kitten. I also ensured that I was looking for a solution to the problem, which at that point was finding a new freaking home for Pippi. Problem was, it was difficult to find people who hadn’t caught wind of the roof-jumping, crazy dog Pippi in my community and our surrounding area. About everyone around the area was aware that my dog would jump on the roof of my house and terrorize people walking by our house as well as vandalizing our house via breaking windows, eating shingles and shitting/pissing all over the roof. Therefore, no one wanted her. It seemed borderline impossible to find someone willing to take her…for free.

We finally found one guy who is the father of a guy my wife works with who lived out in the country and seemed a bit interested. He was a bit lonely and wanted some company. We pressed him hard to take Pippi and he teeter-tottered around with the idea for quite a while prior to committing. It took him about 2 weeks to make the decision to take Pippi.

Unfortunately, during that final 2 week stretch in which we were pressing Pippi’s future owner to accept her, another Pippi-induced tragedy occurred which temporarily caused a large percentage of my neighbors to be upset with me for a few weeks. Right in the middle and at the excruciating peak of an awful heat wave, the air conditioner for my house chose an absolutely perfect time to stop working. For 3 days, my house did not have air conditioning during a stretch where the temperature did not fall below 95 degrees. My two young daughters, my wife and I all had to stay with my grandma and aunt who lived down the street from us from the time our air conditioner stopped working until someone was finally available to come fix it. While we were gone, Pippi had to stay outside on a chain in the shade under a tree. This was the coolest spot on my property. It was more hot inside the house than it was outside the house. I planned on stopping by and checking on her once every couple hours to make sure she had food and water and was ok.

I had tried chaining Pippi to this tree before in an attempt to prevent her from jumping on my roof, but this was a failure, for immediately after I put her on her chain and began walking away, she leaped in the air and almost cleared a nearby tree branch. If she would have cleared this tree branch, she would have accidentally hung herself, which would have been awful…Pippi was a personal problem for us, but she was nice and meant well…I didn’t wish the dog any harm. Therefore, I spent a couple hours configuring the leash/chain in a manner in which it would be impossible for her to jump over the branch. This ultimately proved itself to be ineffective.

Pippi was restrained to the cool shade for a day. When I came to check on her at around 11:00 am on the second day, I noticed a couple of my neighbors giving me some unpleasant looks when I exited the vehicle. I was confused. Many of my neighbors were outside, for the community wide garage sales that were being held that morning. Roughly 80% of my neighbors were hosting garage sales that morning. I noticed that if my neighbors weren’t giving me the stink-eye, they were staring at me. Something was up…and I had a feeling that it was probably somehow affiliated with Pippi. I hoped she was safe… I didn’t want anything happening to her while I was gone, making me come off as a negligent pet owner. I went to the back yard, to the shady spot underneath the tree that Pippi was tied to. No Pippi in sight. “How in the hell did this happen?” I thought to myself. Then I looked down at the chain. Pippi had tried escaping the chain with such force that she actually managed to break the freaking thing. A chain link was just torn to shit. I figured Pippi was on the roof…she wasn’t.

I began worrying about Pippi. So she escaped…and if she wasn’t on the damn roof of my house, where the hell else would she be? I walked to my front yard. Many of my neighbors were still staring at me with strange, mostly angry expressions on their faces. I approached my next door neighbor to the South and asked if he knew what was up with the dog. He informed me that my neighborhood was upset with me because while they were trying to host their garage sales, Pippi had jumped on top of the roof of my house and barked, snarled and growled at anyone who attempted to attend any of the garage sales in my neighborhood. Pippi had managed to negatively affect the attendance of the garage sales in my entire neighborhood due to instilling fear into the souls of the customers who walked by my house. Potential garage sale customers purposely avoided garage sales near my house because they were scared shitless of the beast that resided on my roof.

And it gets worse. My neighbor informed me that after about an hour after the garage sales began, Pippi actually became excited to the point where she jumped off the roof and began chasing a couple of people with their children down my street and jumped on them enthusiastically while simultaneously licking them…this was after she had growled at them like she wanted to eat them and steal their purchased garage sale items.

I was mortified. No wonder my neighbors appeared as if they wanted to impale me. I then looked at my neighbor and asked, “well, where did Pippi end up going?” He looked at me with an apprehensive expression on his face and said, “well Rico, that’s the bad part. After Pippi chased a bunch of people down the street. She took off in a dead sprint and ran right into your house.” “Into my house?” I asked. “That isn’t even possible. I didn’t leave any doors open.” My neighbor slowly lifted his hand up and pointed at my basement window. It was shattered. The freaking dog, in a dead sprint, ran right through my basement window. She ran right through the screen AND the glass window and was presumably inside tearing the inside of my house up.

I panicked and thanked my neighbor and quickly ran into my house. The house was trashed. Pippi seemed to get her paws and/or teeth on every single item in my house. The furniture was messed up, the blinds were torn apart, the carpet was ruined at the edges, the baseboard trim had been tampered with, clothes were everywhere, etc. The worst part of the house was the kitchen. She tore out a corner of the floor. She toilet-papered a few rooms in my house and sprinkled the TP decoration with my wife’s tampons that she ripped out of their packages. She managed to open the refrigerator and cupboard doors, sample every food item that wasn’t canned and she seemed to have mixed all of these food items together on the kitchen floor. She was in the kitchen, chewing on my Swiffer when I found her. Instead of putting her tail between her legs, she acted as if she expected that I would be happy to see her and she immediately started jumping on me and licking me. This dog was not very intelligent. I didn’t know what to do…I didn’t know how to act around my neighbors, I didn’t know where to begin cleaning my house and I had no idea how to try to get through to Pippi in terms of her being a bad dog.

A few days later, we dropped her off at her new owner’s house. This guy had spent a week or so, building a dog house for her. I only saw her one time after we dropped her off there. We drove by his place once and guess what we saw her doing? You guessed it, she was standing on top of her dog house, barking at us while we drove by on the highway.

We kept in touch with this guy to see how she was doing. The guy freaking loved Pippi. His place was evidently a more compatible environment for her. He went as far as saying that he had never loved a dog so much and that he would never own another dog in his life that wasn’t a boxer (something that I used to and sometimes still say…I love boxers when they aren’t totally insane). Pippi brought a lot of joy to his life and I assume, she was happy there. Good fit.

With that said, this guy and Pippi went on to live happily ever after… Until Pippi was mauled senselessly and killed 8 months later by a large truck that was driving down the highway. Which made us all sad… really. As mentioned, she meant well.

Pippi: Long gone, but will never be forgotten. Crazy bastard.

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Good looking cat. I love cats.

Why of all the Royals did you choose Wade Davis?

And yes, I read all of Rico's above novel.

And yes, it was worth it.

That might be the most reeruned dog every created.

If I ever had a son, I'd want him to be just like Wade Davis.

Me tooLMAO

Thanks for reading and glad ya liked it, bud. :)

The poor girl meant well, but man was she uncontrollable...and detrimental to my reputation around my neighborhood.

Interesting.

The slight sideways way he wears his hat really bugd me. My son won't be allowed to do that shit. NOT IN THIS HOUSE!!!!

Yeah, I was thinking more 6' 5" 230 of sheer dominance.

Oh well definitely there. I think midget status from my genes might kick in unless I allow my wife to actually have sex with Wade Davis. One can always dream.

I sleep in this chair with my flower necklace.

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I'm getting ready to only sleep in the cracks of the couch cushions.

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And I sleep on your bed all day when you aren't home.

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Ha. The truth is, I called the clinic to get him checked out and they asked his name and Wade Davis was just what came out.

I thought I was done petting her... she didn't agree.

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Haha...awwwww.

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Starbuck 3.5 months old
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I've heard great things about pits lately from their owners...seems there is no grey area and it all depends on how they are raised...if raised right, the BEST dogs, if raised wrong, the most unpredictable, VIOLENT dogs.

Cute dog.

She's not a pit.

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We have lost 3 dogs in the last 3 years, one from old age, one from a physical defect and one from an accident. I just cant bring myself to get attached to another pet.

And Leonidas today;

Oh shucks...my mistake... What is she?

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Border Collie / Cattle Dog mix supposedly.

Coolness.

I've lost four kitties in the last two years. I know exactly how you feel. Lost two to disease, two to old age. Each loss was horrible and really heartbreaking. Especially this most recent one. It gonna take me a long time. I'll never really get over it.

That dog is part pit if you ask me

We lost one of our two cats earlier in 2014, a calico named Patches.

Our other cat is an English Shorthair, that looks a lot like KCUnited's cat. He has never met a person or animal that is not his friend from the instant they meet. He has a great personality, and is legendary among the cdcox cats.

We have a two cat rule in our house (never more, seldom fewer), and so my daughter picked out a 5 year old tortoise shell originally named "Butters" who has been renamed "Stella", but I just call her cat. She has adopted me. When my daughter eventually moves out, I may not let her take cat with her. I really like this cat.

Starbuck and Apollo
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Sophie
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Meesh Meesh the cat has been missing Mama Cat very much. Mama Cat passed a couple weeks ago. He's been sleeping in the big overstuffed chair where Mama Cat spent her last days with us. It's very sad, they were buddies for a long long time. I miss her too.

Jesus...dude.

- 3 month old puppy muscular as shit
- Long stringy wirey tail
- Border collie tail = long extremely bushy, Cattle dog = no tail
- Obvious pit face

Shelter people know if they can put anything other than "pit" the dog's chances of adoption goes up 1000% (with very good reason). Source = thousands of volunteer hours at shelters.

Not trolling you dude, congrats on the dog and she's cute. However, you have a significant portion of pit there and all the traits that come with it. Train the shit out of that dog and you will have to go above and beyond regarding socializing with people (especially kids) and other dogs. Make sure you let that dog know you are the boss and be consistent with your boundaries. Much easier to pull them down by the scruff of their neck and put them on their back at 30lbs than 60.

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I don't care if she is a Pit or not, but I was just going by what I was told. She's a mutt.

However I've seen pictures of other short hair border collies that look exactly the same.

Pit bulls are my favorite breed and I wouldn't be shamed of owning one. It's possible she has some in her, but she's only 18 lbs and 4 months old. She's not gonna get much bigger. Probably 30-35 lbs at most.

When I finally live in a house with a yard, the next dog I adopt will be a Pit.

Also, I didn't get her at a shelter. I got her from an acquaintance who's cattle dog fathered her. He told me the other dog was a border collie.

So whether she is or isn't a pit she's still my dog and I love her.

Sophie looks EXACTLY like my old roommate's cat. I have to get a pic. That is crazy

Little Louie-my GF's dog whom she moved in at the same time. He is a cool little dog and first dog in my life at nearly 52

Is he a Pomeranian? Looks sweet :)

Took my beast out for a hike in the rain Saturday. After exhausting herself, she cuddled up with the wife on the couch. Total lush dog. First pic is during the hike. Second is during relaxation time. She weighs about 125 lbs but thinks she's a lap dog.

He is a Pomeranian and Husky mix. He actually will howl at certain times and also does it on command.

He is very strong across the chest as pulls hard, just like a husky.

Just a cool shot (I think) of Riggs.

Here is our youngest, Harley Quinn. Border collie mixed with something. Giant pain in the ass but she is too cute to get rid of....

walter

How do you convince a puppy to go poop outside?

She finally got all her immunizations as of 10 days ago or so so I've been taking her on longer walks. She goes on her pad, but I want her to poop outside. I just took her on a 2 mile walk after feeding (she usually goes within 2-3 minutes after eating) and yesterday I took her on about a mile walk and she only barely tinkled outside.

Is there a trick or does the dog's natural sense to poop outside just come along over time?

It took us a bit to train the dogs. We had to go outside for really long periods of time at first... then gave lots of treats and positive reinforcement when they successfully did their biz outside.

What will help with this is if you crate her overnight or at times during the day, take her outside immediately and start using the terms "inside" and "outside", pick a word (potty) and be consistent. "Let's go outside go potty, good girl potty outside". If you use the same terms and are consistent she'll get it pretty quickly. Dog trainers say within 20 minutes of eating is usually poo time so you're right on there.

In general, dog training for me was: If you like say good, if you don't say bad, if they are doing something you don't like command them to stop, if she doesn't then make her (scruff of neck grab, put on back if necessary).

I have no idea. Our dog that we got as a puppy has never ever pissed or shit inside.

But he does respond to treats. Poop outside=treat. Every time.

My dog Su with my brother's mutt Oso.

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My shadow, Beck...

Man. I just found out my dog chewed through a $30 cable that I JUST bought. That's cable #4 in the last 3 months she's chewed through. The others were cheapies though.

I gotta get my act together and put everything away in storage rather than assuming it's safely out of reach.

Girl, you brought an awful lot of joy to the kids when they were still home and to my life these last 18 or 19 years and I'm damn sure going to miss you. Guess its just your time to head the way Stumppy and Max have.
You were the best damn rabbit dog I've ever seen, even the other dogs that would run with you realized that pretty quick. Every one of them would figure out it was best if they just layed back and watched you work. Pretty soon I'd hear you let out your battle cry and the chase was on. If there was actual hunting going on I learned real quick to shoot that rabbit on the first pass, rarely was there a second chance, you would catch the damn thing yourself and terminate it with extreme prejudice, damn you were fast. ROFL You were and will always be THE Rabbit Slayer.
I'll never forget the time it was just me and you, you got on the trail, your battle cry sounded a little different I thought as I followed you. When I rounded the back side of that out building, you were in 3 foot grass and you knew you were sooo close. I knew you were close too, only about 2 foot away from the biggest damn skunk I ever seen. Its tail straight up and the big ole pink butthole pointed right at both of us. :cuss: Lucky for us both I was faster than you that day. Scooping you up and bolting back the way we came. I never forgot the sound of that particular battle cry.ROFL
I'm gonna miss you girl. Fortunately you've left me with lots of damn fine memories. Lotta dogs could learn from you.
Never ever let a rabbit get away.
Never give up your food or bone to another dog...no matter how big they are.
Never take any shit...from anyone or anything.

I'm glad I was able to provide you with a long and healthy life. I'm gonna miss you girl, see you on the other side.

RIP Betty

:(

:(

Still one dog and one cat. Found a home for that crazy she-hound that showed up on my back porch in the Winter rain.

And this is a pic of my dog, Gordo, taken with my cell phone and "posterized."


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Down to one dog, Dodger. Theres been very few times since I got my first dog, I was 5 years old, that I haven't had one. About the only downside I've found when it comes to dogs is you end up having to see them die.

Yeah. Been there, done that, too many times. I don't think I will be getting another one after Gordo.

Said the same thing many times.

Yep...

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We will be getting this girl tomorrow. Two-and-a-half-year-old Great Pyr, owners had to move for work and their new home/yard too small.

Her name is Tessie.

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Tucker is our newest addition. Shelter adoption with some boxer in him.https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/201...07a50e377b.jpg

And I even read the whole novel and then went out and got me a couple boxers... ROFL

I really wanna post pictures of my german shepherd and my kitten but I haven't made enough posts to be able to.

How many post do I need before I can post pictures?

PM Bob Dole.

Are they hosted online or are these pics on your pc?

My dog is 117 years old, deaf and with some arthritis. She doesn't run from the sound of thunder or fire works anymore.

on my pc but I also have them online

If you post the links to the ones hosted online we can see them.

Jesus Christ, is it just a skeleton at this point? Whered you get it?

Over the last two years we lost our White Fronted Amazon parrot Sheena and our cockatiel CB. The Amazon we had for 25 years, the cockatiel 26 (which is ancient for a cockatiel). It is tough losing pets that have been part of your family for so long.

A couple of months ago we decided to get a dog. A rescue dog from the SPCA. Her name is Ewa (a Hawaiian word pronounced eh-VA).

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Poke it to see if it is still alive.

I attempted it and this what I get:

I made a change to your account. Try again.

This is Freddie, he is my friend's dog that stays with me at school:
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He's a Pomeranian-Terrier mix and the photos were taken during a phase where one of his ears was dropped for a week. It was cute but odd, it's back up now however.

EDIT: Also, his tail was like that at birth.

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My 11 month old German Shepherd Duke with my 11 month old daughter Aleigh. Also my 3 month old kitten Willow

thank you

Shit, it wasn't actually supposed to work. LMAO

I have zero power here, for future reference.

Hey either way it now works haha

Always wanted an english bulldog and finally got a 2 yr old earlier this year. Snored very loud and also farts loud, and constantly got drool on everything. Problem was he had a temper with me (was fine with wife and kids). The last straw was when I was getting on to him for taking my daughters waffle from her and he literally tried to rip my thumb off so had to get rid of him. Thinking he was possibly abused by a man before which is why he was so short tempered with me. Had to get rid of him after that.

Bulldogs are very stubborn so get used to them not listening to you. They really don't care about what you want and enjoy not listening to you just to spite you.

As far as health tips it depends on the dog. Some bulldogs have health issues and need a lot of care. Others don't have as many. Make sure you clean her wrinkles daily they get very dirty. As far as exercise if you don't have a yard for her to play in just make sure you take her for walks. I also recommend googling english bulldogs on skateboards and you will immediately want to buy her a skateboard.

Nice looking dog Bruce. I love shepherds.

She's always been a skeleton but you can't see it 'cuz of her fluffy coat. I got her from a breeder a few months after she was born in 1999. I believe it's 7 years for each year of human life. Hence, her age. Been a great dog and good with children due to it's cheerful and calm disposition and great for folks with allergies like me. I hear the little ones last longer than the big ones...and she appears to be hangin' on.


Oh she is very alive. Just having some age related disabilities. Some days she's doin' just fine, without any hearing, others she has a bout of stiffness. Oh and she is getting cataracts too. Believe or not I don't have a pic of her available. My daughter has them on her FB but it's shut down right now.

This is what a Chinese Crested Powder Puff looks like:
(There are two kinds— hairless and hair. Mine has a coat of hair. She was a buff, and light brown colored when we got her but she eventually changed as she grew up to all cream or buff colored with some very light tan areas.)

They're cute little things. I don't like most big dogs 'cuz I'm skeer'd of them—especially Shepherds and Dobermans.


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Recent Wade Davis pic

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Pets of Chiefs Planet
 

She's ours now. She's a little bummed her people aren't here, but I think she's going to do fine. The cats are kinda pissed - one is just watchful, one is interested but nervous, one hasn't come out from under the couch in 4 hours.

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Thank You, he is a great dog