What kind of dogs do S10 owners have?
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shrekonwheels
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Ha ha thanks, love that video.AVGeek said:
So far this one is out smarting me however. She has me feeding her, cleaning up her poo, and giving her rides in the back of the truck, sometimes I even brush her.
Attempts in reverse have been futile.
In return she will lower herself to play a few of my silly games, she will sit and wait to eat, play fetch and jump over and crawl under things, really only so she can get treats, as her paws have trouble opening the treat box still.
In the end I know who the true master is, I will be her noble servant ::025::
craigd
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Ruger. GSD. It's been almost four years and I still miss him every day.
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Don in Lodi
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??? Genetics? A scent you and your mom have in common? You two could be in a Study! Any siblings or cousins with the same malady?
LOL. Had a Brittney Spaniel named Jock when I was growing up.
LOL. Had a Brittney Spaniel named Jock when I was growing up.
Madhatter
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WOW, RonH... that is a story,im sorry that has been your experience with dogs.... i have two very spoiled mutts, a jack russel named rascal, and his little sister , a chihuhua named prissy..... they run the house...i cant imagine prissy biting anyone, rascal maybe.....he is self appointed protecter of the queen of the house....
Bryn
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Reginald.. 12 year old rescue dog...and diabetic..he has all the characteristics of a dog... Except for loyalty 
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Donk
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Ron H here is one better. I was at Dachshund Rescue and was supposed to get a six month old puppie. At the last minute they asked if I wouldn't like the 3 year old, unsocialized, seemingly slightly crazy dog instead. I don't think she ever had any positive interaction with humans in her past. For some reason I said sure I'll take her. After doing the paperwork I went to pick her up to leave and she put 4 holes in my hand. "Still want her?" sure I said, my fault shouldn't have reached for her so fast. Got her in my truck and when she couldn't chew through the glass she urinated and defecated in my truck. I am very anal about my truck. "Still want her?" sure I said now questioning my own sanity. Off we went on a 1000 mile ride home. First stop, Wendy's, got her a burger. That seemed to settle her down a bit. Anyway Girlie became the most loving, devoted and affectionate dog ever. And she was smart as a whip! I had her for 12 years before her little heart gave out and she was the best dog ever. I have had a few dogs, and I thought they all were great but she was that once in a lifetime dog!
For ever bad dog story there are at least a hundred good dog stories and whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about dogs.
For ever bad dog story there are at least a hundred good dog stories and whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about dogs.
Ron reminded me of a young German Shepherd I got from a small town shelter and a true story.
We were very newly married and moved into a big house with a big fenced yard in Windsor, CT. I'd been wanting a dog and found this stunningly beautiful female shepherd at the local shelter. We wondered why such a gorgeous dog was there, but Doris was on board, I did the paperwork on a Friday, and became her proud new owner. My German bride grew up in a city apartment and so had no idea what having a dog was like. The pooch was REALLY high energy and always panting, so we named her Tizzie. There should be at least two red caution flags up already, maybe three.
:-\
Tiz was house-broken, seemed to love the place (we always had the doors open to the yard), and bonded instantly to me, never ever - ever - leaving my side. Saturday afternoon the dog insisted on sitting between the bride and me at lunch. Even more so at dinner, giving Doris head-low distrustful looks and shying back. There was some pretty strong ownership going on and the wife clearly didn't understand the pack and alpha dog mentality. The other thing is that my then bride was also high strung, constantly jumping at the smallest thing, and now we had this dog which was even more high strung. We never thought about that in getting the dog out of the shelter. Having had a shepherd before, Tizzie struck me as a poor at learning some basics, but I could overlook that, right?
Between the personality issues and the constant high energy by late Sunday morning, Doris was feeling overwhelmed and wanted to talk, so with the constant panting and getting between the two of us, we had to go into the bedroom and close the door to get a little privacy. The wife was crying and I was trying to be a good new husband and listen, and - it's awful quiet because the dog had stopped whining outside the bedroom door a while ago. Wonder why???
Coming out of the bedroom after probably 15-20 minutes, we heard Tizzie doing something upstairs and went to look. On the way, she'd crapped several times in the living room even though the doors to the yard were open. We're talking serious communication here! Doris beat me upstairs and screamed when it turned out that Tizzie had gone into a closet, pulled down her bridal veil (of all things), and absolutely shredded it. I'd heard about maladjusted puppy mill dogs and it dawned on me that Tizzie was probably one of them. Emotions were running REALLY high and I think Doris physically got between me and the gun case.
???
I dragged Tizzie to the truck and tried to take her back to the pound, but it was Sunday in a small town and the place was locked tight. Damn, now what, because she SURE wasn't going home with me. I stopped at the police station and clearly my story was the highlight of the morning for the bored guy on duty, so after listening he said that he would've shot the dog on the spot. We tied her in a corner with my brand new leash, so he could put her in the pound when he was getting off shift.
I still love dogs but Ron, maybe it's not just you.
We were very newly married and moved into a big house with a big fenced yard in Windsor, CT. I'd been wanting a dog and found this stunningly beautiful female shepherd at the local shelter. We wondered why such a gorgeous dog was there, but Doris was on board, I did the paperwork on a Friday, and became her proud new owner. My German bride grew up in a city apartment and so had no idea what having a dog was like. The pooch was REALLY high energy and always panting, so we named her Tizzie. There should be at least two red caution flags up already, maybe three.
:-\
Tiz was house-broken, seemed to love the place (we always had the doors open to the yard), and bonded instantly to me, never ever - ever - leaving my side. Saturday afternoon the dog insisted on sitting between the bride and me at lunch. Even more so at dinner, giving Doris head-low distrustful looks and shying back. There was some pretty strong ownership going on and the wife clearly didn't understand the pack and alpha dog mentality. The other thing is that my then bride was also high strung, constantly jumping at the smallest thing, and now we had this dog which was even more high strung. We never thought about that in getting the dog out of the shelter. Having had a shepherd before, Tizzie struck me as a poor at learning some basics, but I could overlook that, right?
Between the personality issues and the constant high energy by late Sunday morning, Doris was feeling overwhelmed and wanted to talk, so with the constant panting and getting between the two of us, we had to go into the bedroom and close the door to get a little privacy. The wife was crying and I was trying to be a good new husband and listen, and - it's awful quiet because the dog had stopped whining outside the bedroom door a while ago. Wonder why???
Coming out of the bedroom after probably 15-20 minutes, we heard Tizzie doing something upstairs and went to look. On the way, she'd crapped several times in the living room even though the doors to the yard were open. We're talking serious communication here! Doris beat me upstairs and screamed when it turned out that Tizzie had gone into a closet, pulled down her bridal veil (of all things), and absolutely shredded it. I'd heard about maladjusted puppy mill dogs and it dawned on me that Tizzie was probably one of them. Emotions were running REALLY high and I think Doris physically got between me and the gun case.
???
I dragged Tizzie to the truck and tried to take her back to the pound, but it was Sunday in a small town and the place was locked tight. Damn, now what, because she SURE wasn't going home with me. I stopped at the police station and clearly my story was the highlight of the morning for the bored guy on duty, so after listening he said that he would've shot the dog on the spot. We tied her in a corner with my brand new leash, so he could put her in the pound when he was getting off shift.
I still love dogs but Ron, maybe it's not just you.
Donk
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FredBGG, not many dogs I haven't heard of but that Lakota Mastino is a good looking dog.
WJBertrand
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This is Nigel, he's a border collie.
-Jeff
He's beautiful. My buddy's family has two and the bumper sticker.
"My border collie is smarter than your honor student"
LOL
"My border collie is smarter than your honor student"
LOL
WJBertrand
Ventura Highway
Yes, they are pretty clever dogs.
-Jeff
-Jeff
This was my Beagle CJ. He passed away this past May from Cancer. He was 10 and great dog. Beagles usually are....
Last week I picked up this little guy. 7 week old Yellow Lab we named Rosco. Rosco will be joined in about 8 weeks with a female choclate lab that was just born yesterday.....
Last week I picked up this little guy. 7 week old Yellow Lab we named Rosco. Rosco will be joined in about 8 weeks with a female choclate lab that was just born yesterday.....
