Tell me about your dog

[skygazer]

Sometimes I miss my dogs so much. I've had a number of dogs but the last two were extra special. Dixie was a female Boxer I picked out when she was 1 week old. I had her father (I used to breed Boxers) who was great and when I bred him to this one female, I took the pick of the litter as payment. That was Dix. :loveya:

She was the best friend I ever had. She went everywhere with me, even rode a snowmobile with me! She was so smart. She understood every word I said. When I was sick, she would lay with me and I swear she'd never go out. I'd wake up and there she was.

I also had her son, Jake. Jake was a nut, a pure goofball who never grew up. He LOVED tennis balls and could play with one all day. He was a big, lovable puppy. He'd get a running start and launch himself into my lap - 60 pounds of dog but he'd land so lightly, I barely felt it. Then he'd kiss me. :pals:

They're both gone now. :cry: They lived long lives (but not long enough) and I miss them like crazy. I can't have a dog where I am - I have one cat and he's wonderful and I love him terrible but I miss my doggies.

Tell me about your dog. Let me enjoy him/her vicariously. :)

[bkcc]

1. My dog is named Loki.

He's a six-month old, black and tan Shiba Inu.

He looks like a little black fox and is the smartest, cutest puppy in the world. (Apologies to the other dog owners out there; I'm obviously biased.)

We live a block from the park, which is fantastic because our neighborhood has an off-leash policy for dogs in the mornings and evenings. Everyday, Loki and I go to the park, where he meets up with his two best dog friends--a Pug (Pickle) and a Schnauzer (Olivia)--and runs around with them until he comes home exhausted and goes to sleep on our couch.

He thinks he's king of the world and I wouldn't have him any other way.

[hobbit709]

15. My "Thundering Herd"

We have eight. One lab-chow mix male-BB, one smooth collie female-Boogie, 3 that we call cowdogs(mixed breed I rescued at 3 AM on a country road)Jake, Hank & Rusty, a lab-retriever female that wants you to think she's never had a friend her whole life until she met you (her official name is Sweetie-Pie The Snuggle Puppy-all 85 lbs of her), one fox terrier that we inherited from my wife's mother, and the leader of the pack-Boo the Australian Shepherd. Except for Boo, all were acquired by rescue one way or another. Boo I bought as a Valentine's Day present for my wife about 12 years ago and there is absolutely no doubt that she is MY dog. They own the house, we just make the mortgage payments. At least 3 will be on the bed when we're sleeping. I wouldn't give any of them up for anything.

[madaboutharry]

2. My dog....

I now have a Boston Terrier named Louie. I just love him. He is so affectionate and loving. He is just a great dog.
I grew up with a Shetland Sheepdog who was a little nutty. Everytime anyone left the house, he ran around the dining room table barking like a loon. He wore a track in the carpet.

[sweetheart]

3. snoring woofers on the floor

One of the older ladies snores like a human, and makes any room
feel warm with her happy breathing. The oldest female is now
walking around the pack with a toy, challenging any of the younger
ones to take it.... she is the mastress of the toys.... and her
bed to my right, is surrounded by 11 toys as i just counted...
surrogate puppies she'll never have being spayed like she is.

2 young dogs are lying on the flagstone floor. The room is hot from
the coal fire, and they are absorbing the cold stone floor to make
up for the heat... looking up at me just now, "Is food involved?"
"no.".. back to sleep. :-) Scottie dogs only awake after midnight
for food and fox/rabbit chasing.

Woof woof woof, something important is outside!.. false alarm.

Doggies melt hearts. Maybe it is the simple emotions, and the
devotion. Maybe it is the silly pack behaviour. I can't explain
why i love them so.

Good doggie blessings to you doggie lover,
-s

[skygazer]

8. For a moment

I was there. Thanks, to you and everyone else.

[LoisC]

4. my dog just went to the bridge,,,

My last wheaten terrier Missy just was put to sleep and I can relate to your message, Wheaten kisses are just the best...oh how I miss her. I still cry over the first two that are not with me but it was never as bad as we always had others waitng in the wings, Now it's so lonely in the house.,,I am not used to coming home and not being greeted exhuberantly..sigh!!!

Now I go out walking and looking for dogs to pet...but your note tells me I am not alone..

[LDS Jock]

33. Welcome to DU... your post is so sad

I've been where you are and don't envy you. So hard to get through not having them around anymore. :grouphug:

[Obamarama]

5. I have two cairn terriers...13 and 14

The older one is brilliant and full of personality. Going on 15 but in excellent health and still going strong. Lately it's almost been like she's going through her second puppyhood. Playful, rambunctious, very interactive.

The 13 year old is dumber than a box of rocks, but a great dog regardless. Seriously, she is one of the stupidest dogs I have ever come into contact with, but she's a sweetheart. My partner have nicknamed her Eyore (like the donkey from Winne the Pooh) because sometimes she has this look like "Ohhhh Nooooooooo." She was mistreated as a puppy before we got her and I think that's why she is so submissive and withdrawn. She is a cuddle meister deluxe, where the other one won't allow you to hold her close for more than four or five minutes at a time.

At 13 and 14 I know we don't have much time with them left. :-( I try not to think about that and we interact with them a lot each day knowing that any time with them here on out is really a bonus.

[ScreamingMeemie]

6. I live with a Sheltie named Jessie. She is a crazy little thing.

She is a champion herder of children, coveter of cat food, and hogger of bed. She also loves to play in,out,in,out,in,out...etc most of the day.

My husband grew up with Shelties and they are a wonderful family dog...although she could not save us from ourselves. She is a barker only at inapproapriate times.

This August, we had a huge scare. Jessie started hemoraghing and it turned out to be bladder stones. A lot of money to fix, but well worth it. I could not imagine life without my dear friend.

Jessie sends puppy hugs. She is still trying to get over being forsaken by Dookus for that silly push faced thing at his house. :hi:

[skygazer]

10. Thanks, Jessie!

[kikiek]

17. She is beautiful. I haven't ever been able to put pictures on messages.

[fudge stripe cookays]

31. kikie, do this....

Go to http://www.photobucket.com and set up an account for yourself.

From there, you can upload photos wherever you have them on your computer.

Once they're there, and you want to post one here, go to your photobucket account, find the picture you want.

In the photobucket account, copy all the code from the Img box (the last one) and paste it in this box. See below:



In other words, replace the pointy brackets below with regular brackets:
<IMG></IMG>

Hope this helps!
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[kikiek]

45. Thank you so much. I appreciate the help.

[SemiCharmedQuark]

7. My best friends Jordan and Taylor

My best friends were my dogs. They were so great. The first was MY first dog. We named her Taylor after Hunter Tylo's character on Bold and the Beautiful because we thought my grandma would like her more that way (we got her on the sneak). Anyway, when I first saw Tay, she was really really skinny and in a shelter. She had already been sent to be put down once but she was so sweet they decided to give her a second chance. We had been looking for a dog for my aunt, but at the last minute my aunt decided to get a cat. I couldn't stand the thought of Tay getting put down, so I begged my mom to take her and she did. She got spayed that night and we took her home the next day. The first day she was very groggy, but after that her personality came shining through. I would walk her for 3 miles everyday. At first she only walked with her head down and her tail between her legs. She was scared of cars and men. After years and years she finally would walk with her head high and tail up. I loved her so so much. She would sleep with me every night even though she would shed her black hairs all over (black lab). She was my best friend. I was in the worst parts of my depression and I can't tell you how many nights I spent crying and hugging her tight.
We got Jordan as a sort of friend for Tay while I was at school during the day. Jordie was a min pin, full blooded. She was so funny. She was queen of the roost. She refused to let her precious little tush touch the ground so she would sit ON Taylor! As Jordie got fatter and fatter my grandma used to joke that poor Taylor would get sway back from her weight. She treated Taylor badly, but Tay Tay LOVED Jordie. I think she thought of her like her own little puppy. She treated her like gold.
Anyway, I got married and although we couldn't take Tay Tay because she was too big, we did take Jordie. One thing though, Jordie was used to sleeping on my pillow and used to being carried around constantly. She didn't like my husband at ALL. She would pee on all his clothes and bark at him and chew up his things. He hated her and wanted her gone. I found a nice couple who took her in. They wanted a baby and that's what Jordan wanted to be. I miss her so much. I cried the whole way to drop her off.
My mom loved Tay tay too, so she kept her. We had just got back from our honeymoon and my mom called and said Tay tay was very sick. They didn't know what was wrong with her. I decided to drive down from Indiana to Joliet to see her one last time and be with her when she died. She died before I got there. We had her cremated and put her ashes in a chest that I keep in my room.
I have four cats now and I love them to death, but they'll never be my Taylor or even my Jordan. I don't think I could get another dog, it hurts to to much. But I'm grateful God gave me such wonderful dogs to know in my life. They were such wonderful friends to me and I loved them dearly.

[skygazer]

12. I'm sorry for your loss

I can relate so well. I too was suffering terribly from depression and Dixie was my rock. She stayed by my side and was the only one I could really depend on. Jake made me smile when smiling seemed impossible. I often think I would have ended it all had it not been for them.

I have their ashes in two urns next to me here on my desk. Each has a framed picture in front of it. Their collars are draped over them. It's a shrine and I don't care if anyone thinks that's weird.

Peace to you.

[kikiek]

9. I have 2 boston terriers

The older one will be 11 next month, but he thinks he is a puppy. He is a big boston 30 lbs. All muscle. He is my honey. His name is Max. He has only 1 eye. Had to remove the other last year because of glaucoma. All other treatments failed including lens only removal. His hobbies are chasing light. Any light. A tennis ball wouldn't last with him. He is one of those dogs that plays fetch one time. Then rips the ball apart. He is really a big baby and sucks on blankets. The other is going to be 3 years old next month. She keeps Max young. She is very playful and just a hoot. She rips blankets apart trying to imitate Max. She loves to play fetch, but makes you play tug to get it. She loves to cuddle and has to sleep next to me at night. I am so sorry yours are gone. Time goes by too quickly.

[Dude_CalmDown]

11. My Dog:

Sleepy, Old, Blind (almost), Arthritic, Adorable, Loving, Loved & Deaf (unless he hears the word we say when we mix people food with his dog food)

[slackmaster]

13. All of my dogs are cats

They sometimes think they're dogs.

[slackmaster]

14. dupe

stutter-punch

[fudge stripe cookays]

16. Fargo is a total sweetheart....

He wants big belly rubs and lots of pats.

He is a big baby, completely spoiled, an indoor dog who has his own room, with his own bed, and abig window to watch out the front of the house.

He loves cheesy poofs (Snausage treats), and he ADORES chicken. He also digs the taste of shoe; at any moment, he has mismatched sets of many of my and reprehensor's shoes on his bed.

He makes sure to let us know if our territory is being invaded by the sneaky postman or the evil garbage men, who dare to bang that big plastic thing around in fromt of HIS house. His bark is deep and rumbly, and he trots from his room to the front door and back to let us know that the perimeter is under control.

When he feels that he is not getting the attention he deserves, he drops a "Pyr paw" in your lap, demanding much caressing and love, or else. His favorite thing in the whole world is riding with dad up to Starbucks on Saturday mornings and bringing mommy back something yummy to drink.



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[skygazer]

18. He's absolutely gorgeous!

And a Dean supporter! Good boy!

[fudge stripe cookays]

32. Thanks!

I've mentioned before that he also makes a good sandwich board for political campaigning.

Cool weather is coming, and along with it, voter reg drives for Fargo!

[UTUSN]

19. Which One? Had Two Cockers.

Cockers are SO fun, SO smart, SO loving.

First one was when I was 5. Next one was when I was 24. At 35 I had to put him to sleep. Will never get over that.

My last 3 were Lhasa Apso. Totally different. Will NOT "come" unless they want to. But all dogs really DO go to heaven.

Am on the son of the pair. When he goes, I don't think I will ever have another dog again.

[skygazer]

21. I fostered a Cocker once

A black Cocker about four months old. He was beautiful and he had such a great personality. I had four full grown Boxers at the time and he dove right in with them, playing and roughhousing and chasing balls and stuff - it was a riot. He was a really neat dog.

Thanks for sharing.

[slinkerwink]

20. My dogs, Max and Suki, hold a special place in my heart

Here's a photo of Max below:



And a photo of Suki below:





Max's twelve years old, and I got him when I was nine years old. I saw him when he was six weeks old at my great-grandmother's house. I fell in love with the little black ball of fur that was Max, and I begged my mom to let me take him home. My mother refused. I cried when she said no, so I sat down and I wrote a six-page letter to my mother detailing how I would take care of Max because he had bonded to me and I had bonded to him too. My mother still wasn't moved when she read the six-page letters so my great-grandmother finally convinced my mother to let me take Max home with us.

That's the story of how I got Max. He's a little arthritic these days, but he still loves me just as much. When I'm lying on the couch watching TV, he likes to curl up on my stomach and goes to sleep. I didn't even try to get up from the couch because I wanted him to nap as long as possible. I love him so much that the thought, the very mention of possibly losing him, makes me cry. He's my sweet dog----he's my Max.

Suki is nine years old and she's a Pomeranian-Shih tzu mix. She's a little bit of a prima donna and she always makes us laugh with her little antics. She completely opens herself up to you if she knows and trusts you. She won't do the same with any other person that she doesn't know. You can see a full range of emotions in her eyes. When she's happy, you can see it in her eyes and her panting, and when she's sad, you can see it in her dejected body posture that makes you want to grab her up and soothe her.

Suki's the most fearless dog I know on the streets of New York. She'll bark at dogs that are ten times or twenty times her size, like St. Bernards and Great Danes. She actually scares them from the power of her bark. She's a little crazy that way. She requires a lot of love and attention because of her high spirits, but it's worth it in the end when she falls back against you on the couch and looks up at you with her paw outstretched. Way too fucking cute.

I love those dogs and I'd spoil them rotten if I could from my distant location at college.

[skygazer]

22. Great story

And great pics. Thanks. They're too cute. (so's the hampster, by the way)

[slinkerwink]

23. thanks!

:hi:

[Neshanic]

24. Harry the Bull Mastiff/Rott mix 1-1/2 years old.

He is the first dog I had since High School.

I work at home, and he lays on the couch, in two positions. The general snooze, he has his paws wrapped together, and he looks like a fawn....with big teeth.

Serious sleeping, he wedges himself against the back cushions, and lays splayed out, twitching his paws and snoring.

We go on walks, he is not good in the blast furnace heat, but who is. Late at night I take him out to fetch balls when it is only in the low 90's.

I got him on a whim, a neighbor asked if I wanted one of the pups. As soon as I saw him, I feel for him. He has a gentle personality, and has a nest of mayhem in the living room where he has some comforters to take apart squeeky toys.

I was sick for a couple of days, and i could feel his snout wedged in my neck. Other times he would be tightly laying next to me, his head on my stomach.

He has the power to look at me and make me cry. The look that has complete love in it, and he would be lost without me; the look that sometimes I think that god lives in his heart.

[skygazer]

25. I know that look

O8)

[ofrfxsk]

26. This is my baby girl

I never was a dog person but she is the sweetest thing I've ever known.
We adopted her from the humane society and could not believe some one would give her up.


On edit: I was trying to post a pic from my photobucket account but it says that is not allowed?

Any help would be appreciated.

[ChoralScholar]

27. what says it is not allowed?

just copy the URL from PhotoBucket, paste it in your message, and you're good to go.

[skygazer]

36. I haven't figured that out either

I'm sorry not to have a picture. She sounds like a sweetie.

[bratcatinok]

28. Rufus, the big dog trapped in a little dog body

My ex-sister-in-law nearly ran over him so she pulled over, picked him up out of the road and brought him to me. I fell in love with him. The first night he was home I gave him a bath because he was so full of fleas. He fit in my hand easily.

He's part rat terrier and part benjii the mutt. He thinks Eve, our black siamese is his sister. I can tell him to go get his sister and he finds her and chases her around the house. Eve will lay in wait behind the speakers in the living room and when Rufus runs down the hall to get his ball, she jumps on him.

He knows when someone puts their shoes on at night that it means he just might get to go bye bye. He dances, he woo-woo's, he jumps and runs all over the house in excitement.

He has a special bark he uses when he barks his 'Pa' home. Fiance can be a couple of blocks away and Rufus lets me know everytime.

Every night when 'Pa' announces he's going to bed, Rufus escorts him with head held high, prancing down the hallway at 'Pa's' side. After he gets 'Pa' tucked in he comes back into the living room and resumes whatever important mission he was doing before Pa went to bed.

The day he was hit by a car I heard him screaming and it was the same gut reaction for me as when my flesh and blood son would cry. After he was operated on he was restricted from moving so I hand fed, hand watered and changed his bedding in the playpen everytime he messed in it for five weeks. I even gave my first ever and only enema when he became constipated. Thankfully he fully recovered.

When I go to bed at night, he makes his final rounds of the house, jumps on the bed and waits for me to lift the covers up. He then snuggles down into the crook of my knees where he remains all night long.

He's a great watch dog. We live across the street from the junior high school and I'm proud to say he's been successful in that we've never been invaded by any of the junior highschoolers. He's on the job!

He catches his ball and knows what go long and go short mean. He knows who Gammy and who Gabby are. We have to spell key words in order to keep him from getting excited.

He's in the bedroom now, stretched out on my side of the bed with his head on the pillow. He and his 'Pa' are watching television.

Only one other being has ever touched my heart as much as Rufus has and that other being is my son.

[guitar man]

29. My babies

Birdie is a Pit Bull with a little Pointer mixed in. She is a rescue dog from the local animal shelter. She is too sweet to describe unless someone comes around who is up to no good, then she's all business, best guardian I've ever had.



China Jade is a full blooded Shi-Tzu and is hell-on-wheels. She loves sparring with Birdie(who never gets too rough). Her favorite activity is watching TV. If she sees an animal on the TV, especially horses, she will bail off the couch and try to climb up the wall to get in the TV to get it.

[Dookus]

30. My new baby, Tucker

I've only had him two days, and already I know he's loving, gentle, funny, smart and cute as all get-out. He's a 12-week old English Bulldog pup. In two days, he's learned to sit, walk on a leash (and heel pretty well, too!) and go potty outside. He's a keeper.

[Lizzie Borden]

43. He's Beautiful!!

[Texasgal]

34. My babies are two Boston terriers

Who are freakin' nuts!

Suzie-q is my baby girl, and Quincy is my baby boy. When I come home they make a MAD dash for the door and jump and bark all over my feet like they haven't seen me in years. Then ofcourse, it's playtime in the backyard.... I have to throw TWO tennis balls in order not to upset either one. Then it's usually curl up and watch news/ read newspaper.... and then off to bed, were both of them burrow under the blankets, farting and snoring all night!

I love my babies!!!

[Corgigal]

35. I have 3 dogs

Kodi, who I got out of the dog pound. I saw her on TV during our local news and I knew because of the amount of hair she had that she would never be placed. She looks like a Keeshound. When I went to bail her out I was told by the lady who works there that her name was rotated to the top of the list twice but couldn't do it again.
The back part of the list was scheduled to be put down on Saturdays.
This was her last shot. She is a nice dog and like all pound pups is just happy to be alive.

I have a dachshund. He's an asshole. HA. Always been and always will be. We actually love him for that. I don't trust him around my son's friends so we "cage" him when we have male company over.
He's happy as long as he has a blankie.


Last, my female Welsh Corgi. Corgi's are in the herding group and are a wonderful dog for a family. While I'm typing this now she sits at my feet. Where I go she follows. I hope to be able to be the grandmother of new corgi's this fall. I have never bred and then raised puppies so this will be a first. If I'm lucky enough for this occur I'm sure I will have stupid DU questions.

I will try to post a picture of my fluffy kids later for you.

[Corgigal]

39. my doggies

I just got the fluffy kids into the kitchen. Kodi (keeshound mix) Rusty the weiner dog, and SugarBear the corgi dog.

[LDS Jock]

37. The doggie love of my life was Dudley

Dudley was a Dachshund, and just adorable. Standard size, smooth red coat, his tongue just a little too long so that it stuck out just a tad all the time. He would stike this silly looking pose to get his way, knowing I found it too cute to resist. He would sit his butt on the ground but stand up so he was like a little totem pole, sitting there with his tongue just showing a bit. Just darling! Dudley was around for me through the loss of both parents. Jobs would change, relationships come and go, but Dudley was always there. He lived to be 14. He was in so much pain at the end, nothing like his old self. Having him put to sleep was pure hell, but watching him suffer was too. God I miss that dog. When I read the Rainbow Bridge I can just see him charging at me.

on edit.. thats a sig pic, not Dudley.. certainly not a Dachshund

[Nadienne]

38. My parents had a collie when I was younger.

We called him "Chewy", named after Chewbacca, the Star Wars wookie.

He was a handsome, grinny dog. And playful! And smart! He would run circles around me, and then charge straight at me and at the last second veer off and run right past me.

But he started to get sick... I don't remember the name of the disease... He started to loose his hair

I was older; I had less time to spend with him... I kinda feel responsible for his death. At the very least, I could have been there to comfort him... or keep him company... He was in such pain at the end. While I was away at college, my parents had to put him to sleep.

God, I miss that dog!

[mopinko]

40. boxers are the best dogs on the planet.

puddy (short for puddingface, my mom's cousin's nickname. they were like sisters) was a white boxer. she was 12 1/2 when we had to put her down last november. she was the best dog ever. she did the same as your dog when someone was sick. she thought she was the nanny, and never left a sick kids side. nothing drove her crazier than having the kids playing on the other side of the fence. she couldn't be sure that the roughhousing was in fun. (and if it was, she was not in on it.) she would pace the length of the fence the whole time.
she had spondylitis (very painful condition) for several years, but never complained about the pain. she thought nothing of getting up to follow me around the house. she developed a palsy on one side of her face, and it impaired her swallowing. she got pneumonia. we treated it aggressively, but when it returned, which we knew it would, we put her down. it was the saddest day i have had in a long, long time.
we also had a boxer when i was a kid. biff. 120 lbs. of love and trouble. everyone loved him, even the neighbor lady whose garden he loved to dig up. i lived in a small town where it was not a big thing to let a dog roam. the dogcatcher knew and loved him, and gave him a lift home when he got in trouble. he usually didn't want to get out of the truck, tho. he was the official tv pillow of all the kids. we didn't won him that long. we adopted him at age 4, and he got cancer at 6. we tried to treat it, but there was not much that could be done. i'm sure it cost money that we did not have to try to treat it. and the day my mom took him to put him down was the most rattled i ever saw her, and that is saying something.
i have a boxer shaped hole in my life. i hate it. but right now i have 3 whacked out rat terriers, 2 of which are just starting to get the idea of housebreaking. (after 1 year here) they are great, sweet, funny things. but they were not properly socialized as pups. i got them at 4 months, and they were wild and shy. we are finally making some progress, so maybe i can get another boxer in the spring. i keep hoping an adult that needs a home will pop up. unfortunately, dealing with rescues is a pain in the ass.


the triumve-rat

[skygazer]

41. Dix suffered from Spondylitis too

She was so stoic. Eventually, she got to the point where she could barely use her hind legs but she still insisted upon racing about outside - no control, she'd barrel around like a drunken sailor with me dashing behind her trying to keep her from running into things.

You know, I don't really believe in Heaven (or hell, for that matter). I have so many dead friends and relatives I'd like to see again. But the only one that makes me hope really, really hard that I'm wrong is Dixie. Because I don't want to think about never seeing her again.

[Maestro]

42. Here is ours

She is a Belgian Malinois. They are work dogs. The military uses for anything from bomb sniffing to attack. We take Malinois that are good dogs but have no drive for the training nor bite drive for the attack portion of their training. One of the horrible Abu Ghraib pictures show a Malinois in attack mode. But actually the dogs are very smart and sweet.

[Lizzie Borden]

44. I have a Neapolitan Mastiff...

named Bubba. He's huge and he sleeps in my bed. I don't think I co
uld sleep if he wasn't there. He has huge jowls and he drools a lot. I love him soooo much!

[BlueRogue447]

46. A Crazy Beagle

I have a beagle who's name is Molly. She's very crazy..well more hyper to be exact. Like all beagles she barks a lot , but when someone answers the door she goes berserk, she loves people a lot. Molly still acts like she's a puppy although she's only 9 years old. I can't say how much I love her. :)

[skygazer]

47. I loved my Beagle

One winter in Vermont, it was freezing and I had a broken pane of glass in one of my kitchen windows (old farmhouse with ancient sash windows). I had put a piece of plastic over it and my daughter found an 8 week old Beagle puppy huddled between the window and the plastic, shivering.

I adopted her and she was the sweetest little thing. She slept under my covers by my feet (and my four Boxers piled on top of the covers everywhere else) and Dixie took on the role of her mother. She grew up thinking she was a Boxer.

[slinkerwink]

50. awwww----welcome to DU!

:hi:

[4morewars]

48. Say hello to Jack

The Jack Russel Terrier !
He loves ball too, and he ALWAYS chooses play over food! He is the most loyal and fearless dog I have ever met.

[skygazer]

49. Great picture!

I love Jack Russells. They're so smart and yes, definitely fearless.

[UTUSN]

51. I Had 2 Cockers and 3 Lhasas - And Never Again

People love cats, especially here, but I don't want to go through missing dogs ever again.

My first dog was a cocker, and she lived for 13 yrs, and I was, like, 5 yrs old to start with. She was SO smart and SO loving.

Next, Hotspur was when I was 24 yrs old and lived for 10 yrs. I put him to sleep and still agonize.

then I had a pair of Lhasas and their son. Now it's just the son.

Cockers are SO loveable, loving, and smart. Lhasas are their own thing. Words fail me over dogs. I don't know what the rest of my life will be without them.