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He's a good boy.

Last time I wandered through the pound i wanted to take half the dogs home.
We are at that old age spot too. When thie present one goes we will get a mature dog that will not outlive us.

Hoping for a not wake up deal. Son had one that went to sleep in his favorite spot in the yard. Boss gave me day off to break the news him at work. He was in an apartment so we had the dog
Both Wife and son are dog and cat whisperers

Softie !!!

I'd be disappointed in myself if I wasn't at this point.

LOL!!!!


Tonight my 3 got the other half of the wally word chicken i didnt eat 2 days ago. Mixed in with their normal 4 16 oz cups of dog chow and 2 cans of purina mix.

Always getting a variety.


Grand dog Brady has ta eat his eukanuba dry and eukanuba can mix.

He fugging hates it.....

Always trying to raid his dog families food at grampy,s place.

Same thing with my other daughter and her 2 collies and their lab rat food she feeds them.
They fugging hate it....


But my daughter insist and sends his food till april when she comes to get him again.

My dogs love variety in their food. And when i feed em the dry and wet base that is normal 3 or 4 days a week it aint dull and routine for em.

We have Ruby she's a 14 year old bulldog and on her way out. She's been living in the house for a year as part of our family. It's going to be a bad day when my wife decides it's time for me to bring her out back and put her down. She's never done anything wrong that we can think of. Ruby saved my wife's life once by catching my Catahoula that attacked her to the tune of 48 stitches before she could get loose. And bailed her out another time when a wild turkey attacked her in the garden over her poults. We've always had 3 or 4 dogs, cat's, birds, rabbits, squirrels and fish. My wife is thinking our pet days are behind us when all these die out. I'll believe it when I see it.

I like my obese dogs to get their healthy share of minerals. I pour their bacon grease out in the dirt by the bell pole. Starting to look like a Trophy Rock pit out around them maple roots.

Nope, Rene. It figures.

Glad to hear your dog is better.

I make sure my big yellow lab has his veggies

Homer wrote of Argos, Odysseus' dog.

In book 17 of the Odyssey, Odysseus returns to his Ithica, his kingdom, his home, to find that he is believed dead, and rivals have taken over his palace. He disguised himself as a beggar, and recconed the palace in the company of a swineherd.

No one had recognized Odysseus, not even the swineherd, as he walked carefully through the town.

No one.



"As they spoke, a dog who was lying there lifted his head
and pricked up his ears. It was Argos, Odysseus’ dog;
he had trained him and brought him up as a puppy, but never
hunted with him before he sailed off to Troy.
In earlier times the young men had taken him out
with them to hunt for wild goats and deer and hares,
but he had grown old in his master’s absence, and now
he lay abandoned on one of the heaps of mule
and cattle dung that piled up outside the front gates
until the farmhands could come by and cart it off
to manure the fields. And so the dog Argos lay there,
covered with ticks. As soon as he was aware
of Odysseus, he wagged his tail and flattened his ears,
but he lacked the strength to get up and go to his master.
Odysseus wiped a tear away, turning aside
to keep the swineherd from seeing it, and he said,
“Eumaeus, it is surprising that such a dog,
of such quality, should be lying here on a dunghill.
He is a beauty, but I can’t tell if his looks
were matched by his speed or if he was one of those pampered
table dogs, which are kept around just for show.”

Then, in response to his words, Eumaeus, you said,
“This is the dog of a man who died far away.
If he were now what he used to be when Odysseus
left and sailed off to Troy, you would be astonished

at his power and speed. No animal could escape him
in the deep forest once he began to track it.
What an amazing nose he had! But misfortune
has fallen upon him now that his master is dead
in some far-distant land, and the women are all too thoughtless
to take any care of him. Servants are always like that:
when their masters aren’t right there to give them their orders,
they slack off, get lazy, and no longer do an honest
day’s work, for Zeus almighty takes half the good
out of a man on the day he becomes a slave.”

With these words he entered the palace and went to the hall
where the suitors were assembled at one of their banquets.
And just then death came and darkened the eyes of Argos,
who had seen Odysseus again after twenty years."

(Translated, from the Greek, by Stephen Mitchell.)

You oughta see what a highly socialized Red Bone coon hound can be like.

Lol!!!!
All day long hanging out with me and my 3.
Constantly demanding human attention.
Soon as the wife gets home from work.
We dont exist down here in the man cave.
He is grammy,s boy big time.

Dogs add value to a humans life.
No other interaction between species on this planet like dog and man.

My boy's great great grand-daddy. He's not as muscular as old pap,...but he has his coloring and his friendly disposition.

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As a young pup just getting acquainted with how much he was going to be spoiled and liking it.

This is the exact problem.
I was asking god last night to just let Cookie die in his sleep beside me on the bed peacefully.
So I wouldnt have to call a vet today.
The anguish of the decision sucks.......
Then he got up this morning and was walking unsteadily and has improved 20 fold since this morning.

Im thankful for today with him.
Take each day that I can until its absouloutly needed.

Took my boy to lunch at Burger King today like I do every weekend. He had his usual two hamburgers on potato rolls and a 10 piece chicken nuggets.

I have never met a lab that was disagreeable.
They are an excellent dog all around.
Slumlords labs are all great dogs.
I miss my lab Sonya.
Little black sausage as a pup.
She was a sweet dog.
Lived to be 11.

I've been around some Redbones. My grandfather had some high bred Black and Tans.

I used to follow him and his old buddies around the woods at night when the way was lit by carbide lights attached to old, greasy, canvas caps.

I wish I had been mentally developed enough to appreciate those times as much as they deserved. But I was just a dumbazz kid out doing whatever the moment called for at the time.

I didn't know enough to appreciate anything,....didn't see any reason to. The world was always going to be like that as far as I knew.

Wish I could get mine to ride, I would do the same.

I bring my two males home a small order of fries or save 1/3 of my burger for them. I better have something when I roll in off the hard top or they get real disappointed. Worst case, I keep half pound of pecans in all the vehicles.

That's what got Charlotte too, Hemangiosarcoma. We thought we had it beat, did all kinds of tests after chemo and couldn't find any cancer anywhere, two weeks later it hit like Thor's hammer. she went a couple more weeks and I held her as the vet injected her.

Had a dobie that would cry going past McD's