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LaTigresse -> RE: Canine companions (9/9/2008 4:09:56 AM)
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Lady Tiger
Hardass macho ex career military man whom I asked to hold her while I cut her toe nails said this... "I don't want to because I don't want her to be mad at me..."
Whaaaaaa LaT, that is soooooooo funny!
My dog is amazing. I rescued her off the street in Manhattan at 3 months old, she was born in Harlem with an extremely bad start. She was crazy skittish. I have had her 11 years and now she is very relaxed and loves Canada and the winter. She helps me deal with just about everything including winter. She is indescribably amazing. She, oh my Lucy, is so the best!
I saw the singer/songwriter Ben Harper being interviewed and he said something like, "Life is a series of good dogs."
My sister lives close by with a cat two dogs, and her daughter who lives there has a little one. It is great to get all the dogs in the car and go some nice place with grass, trees and water and have a real doggy time. I love it.
Heart, I just wanted to thank you for that quote and Vend, for this thread. I agree "life is a series of good dogs" At least it has been for me. I've had them most of my life and cannot imagine what some of the rough times would have been like without them.
Molly, the neurotic black lab that loved so unconditionally, especially my son when he needed her most. She mothered everything small and helpless and would defend her home ferociously. (just run like the hounds of hell were after her with a loud noise or thunderstorm) That was why she was at the shelter, gunshy hunting dog. She had to be put down because of diabetis complications.
Boxcar, the lovable stray that wandered into our lives so mysteriously then back out just as mysteriously so many years ago.
Duffy the little white ball of fluff Bichon Friese that I was conned into taking and broke all of our hearts when she refused to believe that she had boundaries and that Hwy 92 was not within them.
Bella, the shepherd setter mix, my most special beautiful girl that took such a huge chunk of my heart with her. She was a puppy when I brought her home from the shelter. Much of our house had her toothmarks on it before she grew up. Everyone that ever met her fell in love with her. She did so much for me, went to work with me, was beside me through some of my most hellish life moments. She taught 2 small children and their mother, that all big dogs are not scary and mean, after they suffered years of terror because of a dog attack. I was devastated when she died of a sudden massive stroke, only consoled by the fact that she had had the best doggie life possible and died without suffering any old age ailments.
And Rusty, the irrepressable goofball overgrown red hairball, golden retriever, that won his discharge from the shelter with his sad eyes. He was huge, even by golden retreiver standards. He came to us in his middle years, as have many of our dogs (most all rescues). He was an angel with the grands when they were little. They would crawl all over him, stand on him to look out the windows. Stick their fingers in his mouth, ears and eyes. He loved it and layed there with them when Bella would run to escape on the middle of my bed. We lost him to cancer.
These were the dogs of my adult years, Others in my childhood that are less vibrant a memory yet still so important in forming my love for the animals.
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