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My dog Cookie turned 14yrs old on Feb 14.
He had a rough night and so did I from about 5 pm yesterday until about 7 am this morning.
100 million percent turnaround able to walk with very little help this morning.
Peeing like a horse
Eating and drinking like a horse.
Finally pooping like a horse about 15 mins ago.
He has been resting thruout the day.
So have I.


Everyday is a good day with your dog.
Everyone no matter how many dogs they have had in their life.
Has had that one dog of a life time.
Cookie is my dog of my lifetime.
Brindle american staffordshire terrier mother
Rhodesian Ridgeback dad.
I had pick of the litter!!!!
4 spaz pups up front
Cookie and his sister sitting in the back.
Ends of their tails flicking back and forth a million miles an hour!!!
My 5 yr old Lab Sonya became his mom and teacher in ways.
1st pup all 3 of my daughters remember is Cookie.
Youngest daughter named him.

Tommorow will be an even better day for both of us.
And the next and next and next ect ect ect.
Blackjack and Rico my other 2 dogs and Brady the grand dog have not gotten alot of attention today.
They know Cookie and myself have had a rough time since yesterday evening till this morning.



Here is what I just read surfing.
So fugging glad it didnt come to this early today!!!

Stuff brought some tears back to my eyes just a few moments ago
Ancient Greek dog stuff as follows:


After their loyal friend and companion departed from this world, ancient Greeks were not afraid to express their grief for their loss, openly crying and mourning.

Greeks would bury their pets along the roadside in marked graves, and the entire ceremony for this was undertaken in a very solemn manner.

“This is the tomb of the dog, Stephanos, who perished, Whom Rhodope shed tears for and buried like a human. I am the dog Stephanos, and Rhodope set up a tomb for me” read one gravestone.

“Helena, foster child, soul without comparison and deserving of praise.” The particular epitaph shows that some ancient Greeks, just like today, saw their dogs as their foster children.

In the next case, a hunter mourned the female hound who had helped him hunt in the three Greek mountains mentioned on the tombstone: “Surely, even as you lie dead in this tomb, I deem the wild beasts yet fear your white bones, huntress Lycas; and your valor great Pelion knows, and splendid Ossa and the lonely peaks of Cithaeron.”

Another tombstone of a beloved family dog from Ancient Greece reads “You who pass on this path, if you happen to see this monument, laugh not, I pray, though it is a dog’s grave. Tears fell for me, and the dust was heaped above me by a master’s hand.”





Dogs...........

Anyone who doesn't like dogs and see them as companions in life is fugged in the head big time if ya ask me.

For real.

Good dogs just never Seem to live long enough, except for the last one....

I didn't get a dog until I was old enough that it would outlive me.

I'm kind of in a funny place. I'm not anxious to leave the world. On the other hand, I don't want to have to be around to witness some others leaving before me.

My dog is one of those.

I'm a sucker for anything like this about dogs. The tears start flowing pretty easy for me, when the topic is dogs.

I guess it's a place that everybody occupies, eventually.

A favorite cartoon of mine shows an angel and God up in Heaven looking down on the blue sphere of the Earth.

God says, "Yeah, I'd have blowed it up a long time ago if it weren't for dogs."

Had dogs and cats.
Get attached to em for sure.

Hell my kids pet mouse died and we had a funeral a week ago.

I'm half Greek.
Love my pets, but don't elevate their status.

Glad to hear Cookie rallied today renegade. I wish you two nothing but the best.

Dog brought us out of the caves.

+ 1


Ive had my two best dogs cremated, and left instructions in my will that their ashes be scattered with mine.


That should tell you how I feel...

Poobs, dogs are family!

I'm dog-less by choice right now. Lost both my dogs last winter and still grieving.

Sonja...what a great name for a female. First time I reached second base was with a girl named Sonja.

The cremains of the best dog I ever had rest in an urn on the shelf in my living room waiting to be buried with me. She's been gone 8 years now and I still miss her. Now I have another dog that is her equal and is dying of cancer. His cremains will too soon be on the shelf waiting to be buried with me. I will miss him terribly.

Before I became a dog owner for the first time I went down to the local pound and walked past all the kennels and read every file attached to the kennel door. The bulk of what I read was fairly disturbing in that so many were turned in for petty excuses based off laziness and a total lack of responsibility for dog ownership. Looking at all those eyes wondering what the hell was going on "why am I here" sunk in deep.

I vowed from that day on I would never abandon my dog at the pound, ...ever.

They're family,.... always.

there's all kinds, some love em, some don't, weren't raised with them or never warmed up to them. i had a boss once who grew up on a farm in Florida. To him all animals around the farm, includng dogs, were just chattels meriting no particular attachment

Man's best friend and from time to time, the best mentor.

A co-worker isn’t a dog fan. His dying mother trusted him to take care of her dog. Before she passed he gave the dog up and lied to his mom.

Even worse, he likes comic books.




He’s a Bernie Sanders guy.........

No kidding, sometimes the best medicine to remind us what really is important in life.

1st time I went to saudi arabia and Iraq in desert storm and seen how they treated dogs.
I knew I hated muslims even more than I already had.
2nd time I went for OIF1, we finally stayed in Mosul city center for 7 months after taking the southern and central Iraq schithole grand tour for the 1st 4 months.
We tamed out 2 feral dogs from the main train station.
Dusty, a collie husky looking dog was the inside compound platoon family dog.
JYD a white german shepard looking dog, Alpha dog of all the train station dogs.
Would sleep days in the compound and walk with squads on patrol at night.
It was uncanny how he adapted to us and hated haji,s.
Take a security/ rest halt that dog would break away 50 75 yds .
Bark his azz off at anyone not american.
Watched him tear 2 haji,s new azzholes thinking they would bully him like a typical dog over their.
Not happening dudes
That dog has been americanized by a platoon of grunts.

We handed them off to the styker brigade unit that took over our AO in march 04.
Nothing was in place that early in the war to bring dogs back.
Bunch of us shed tears saying goodbye to those 2 dogs.