Graham
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Never easy is it Dolf but the memories are precious and yes, they do give unconditional love that enriches our lives beyond anything else.
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Never easy is it Dolf but the memories are precious and yes, they do give unconditional love that enriches our lives beyond anything else.
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"A comfortable life with lots of love is all they want, eh?"
Absolutely, Phil
Sadly there are so many abused animals all over the world (and people as well...), and abused by people, that it's often hard to understand how we call ourselves the "top of creation" on this planet...
One of my favorite YT channels is this one (list of videos) :
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCINb0wqPz-A0dV9nARjJlOQ/videos
They show cases of abused animals that one can only hardly imagine such cruelty is still possible in the XXIst century...
Fortunately there are also some very nice and committed people all around that do their best every single day to save and rescue as many animals as they can, so there's hope...
Cheers!
Absolutely, Phil
Sadly there are so many abused animals all over the world (and people as well...), and abused by people, that it's often hard to understand how we call ourselves the "top of creation" on this planet...
One of my favorite YT channels is this one (list of videos) :
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCINb0wqPz-A0dV9nARjJlOQ/videos
They show cases of abused animals that one can only hardly imagine such cruelty is still possible in the XXIst century...
Fortunately there are also some very nice and committed people all around that do their best every single day to save and rescue as many animals as they can, so there's hope...
Cheers!
Graham
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I won’t bore you with the hundreds that didn’t work Phil or the hundreds of cocktail sausages used to keep them focused
Dolf
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Couldn't agree more Graham! At my age, and after having had animals all my life, I came to believe that they come to this planet/this life, to try to teach us things and feelings that sadly many humans can still not understand, and some will never will...
Cheers!
I won’t bore you with the hundreds that didn’t work Phil or the hundreds of cocktail sausages used to keep them focused
"sausages" is one of the many foodie words my dog understands perfectly.
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Lol...
My Snowy also knows quite a few foodie words, but I think "cheese" is probably her favorite... 
Cheers!
sd0324
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Lol...
Cheers!
Coco lumps all the above into one word that is her favorite word...."treats". It's her favorite word.
sd0324
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sd0324
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I'm going through a bit of an extended illness and have been off work a couple months, probably a couple more after next surgery. This little Terrier has been my one bright spot lately. Sticks to me like glue and entertains me with her antics. And she's ALWAYS in a good mood which we all know can be contagious.
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"Coco lumps all the above into one word that is her favorite word...."treats". It's her favorite word."
Lol... I forgot about that one word! Not sure anymore if Snowy's favorite is "cheese" (that she loves) or "treats"
Guess that for her "cheese" and "treats" are probably kind of synonyms
"I'm going through a bit of an extended illness and have been off work a couple months, probably a couple more after next surgery."
Sorry to hear about that!
Wish you a fast and full recovery!
"This little Terrier has been my one bright spot lately. Sticks to me like glue and entertains me with her antics. And she's ALWAYS in a good mood which we all know can be contagious."
I believe they somehow know when we are in need, when we are sick, and they do their best to help us and give us the comfort we need.
Yes, I know what you mean by "always in good mood"! I suppose it's just one of the reasons we call them our best friends
She is a beautiful dog!
EDIT: Hadn't seen the pic of you two as Santa.What a lovely Santa she makes
Thanks for posting that!
Hope you don't mind I copy the image you posted, and pass it around to others, I find it really beautiful, and probably so true...
Cheers!
Lol...
I forgot about that one word! Not sure anymore if Snowy's favorite is "cheese" (that she loves) or "treats" Guess that for her "cheese" and "treats" are probably kind of synonyms
"I'm going through a bit of an extended illness and have been off work a couple months, probably a couple more after next surgery."
Sorry to hear about that!
Wish you a fast and full recovery!
"This little Terrier has been my one bright spot lately. Sticks to me like glue and entertains me with her antics. And she's ALWAYS in a good mood which we all know can be contagious."
I believe they somehow know when we are in need, when we are sick, and they do their best to help us and give us the comfort we need.
Yes, I know what you mean by "always in good mood"! I suppose it's just one of the reasons we call them our best friends
She is a beautiful dog!
EDIT: Hadn't seen the pic of you two as Santa.What a lovely Santa she makes
Thanks for posting that!
Hope you don't mind I copy the image you posted, and pass it around to others, I find it really beautiful, and probably so true...
Cheers!
sd0324
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Hope you don't mind I copy the image you posted, and pass it around to others, I find it really beautiful, and probably so true...
Cheers![/quote]
Of course not, it's meant to be shared.
Cheers![/quote]
Of course not, it's meant to be shared.
A Dog Named Beau.
Jimmy Stewart.
Beau.
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favourite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us, and I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare, and I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
but he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so
many years of our own lives.
John Galsworthy.
Jimmy Stewart.
Beau.
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favourite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us, and I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare, and I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
but he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so
many years of our own lives.
John Galsworthy.
sd0324
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I remember him reading that poem on the "Tonight Show with Johnny Carson" when I was young. Good post.
ETA
It sounds like Beau was a Jack Russell....
sd0324
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When we picked her up at the farm...
Way up in the mountains of Colorado, I told her to watch for mountain lions. So she did.
Way up in the mountains of Colorado, I told her to watch for mountain lions. So she did.
malc
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Always had dogs, wonderful beasts, however life does not allow the wife and i one at the moment as we both work days now... so I got one of these.
For anyone who does not know they are like dogs.
For anyone who does not know they are like dogs.
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