eric

Good post. The shelter where we got Zeke stops allowing adoptions in the weeks leading up to Xmas specifically for this reason.

Just ordered these for Zeke. [url]http://www.muttluks.com/our_products/product_02.php[/url] The big boys are fine in the cold weather, but Zeke's feet get cold right away in even mildly cold (-10 Deg C) weather and he starts lifting paws. From what I've read they're pretty good, and these are the ones the NYPD requested for the dogs working at Ground Zero. Just wondering if anybody has experience with these?

The third picture from the top is beautiful and sad all at once. She's a cutie.

Wow, that is incredible! Glad everybody is ok.

There is a protest march planned here in Ottawa on Nov 28th starting at 1 pm until 4 pm. People are asked to assemble at the Provincial court house on Elgin street and the march will end up at parliment. The group organizing this is the National Capital Coalition for People and Dogs. Their website is [url]www.nccpd.org[/url]. They have a bunch of info there.

The whole legislation looks like it was drafted by someone with very little understanding about dogs and dog behaviour. Hopefully our voices will be heard.

Guys, this might of been posted already, but we here in Ontario need some help with this proposed BSL that our esteemed dofus of a Premier wants to pass. Here is a link to the bill. [url]http://www.ontla.on.ca/documents/Bills/38_Parliament/Session1/b132.pdf[/url] Not only does it place restrictions on pit bulls, but also has extremely vague and worrisome legislation regarding all dogs. Specifically, if your dog is "alleged" to have acted in a "has behaved in a manner that poses a menace to the safety of person

I saw the most amazing thing last week on one of those "Animal Miracle" shows; a two legged dog. Not both front or both back legs, but both left legs (he only had one front and one back leg). The amazing thing was that this dog was running around, catching balls, running up stairs and even just standing there. It took a second to realize that I wasn't looking at a "complete" dog, so natural did he look running around. It was a smaller breed, very slender and short-haired, like an Italian greyhound. I still can't get over this dog tearing around on two legs. You'd think he'd have trouble just standing up, never mind running around.

That dog did everything but administer CPR. Good girl.

Or, "People with too much time on their hands". Cripes, we have purposely always given our dogs people names. [url]http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/americas/10/28/dog.names.ap/index.html[/url]

That is so sad and touching with Scooter. I always wonder how my boys are going to react. I know that when we take one of them on their own somewhere - to the vet for example - and come back, the other dogs totally ignore us (instead of greeting as normal) and greet the dog that was separated. I have a feeling that when the first one goes, the others are going to take it hard. [quote name='ObedienceGrrl']We didn't have Scooter with us when we lost Shadee.....nor did we have Shasta with us when we lost Scooter. But each time, we did bring home the blanket we had wrapped each dog in for the dog that was at home. The reaction was different for each dog. Scooter was devestated. I do'nt know what hurt more. The fact that we had lost Shadee.....or watching Scooter. Scooter would take Shadee's toys and sleep on them. As many as she could grab and hide, she would. Also, when we brought her cremated remains home, we had planned to bury them in a box with her collar, favorite toy, and plant a weeping cherry over them. Well, we weren't going to pick up the cherry tree for a few days, but still burried her remains. Scooter laid on the ground above them for days. It was awful..... Shasta was upset when we lost Scooter, but she recovered much quicker. Scooter and Shadee were closer in age. Scooter being 10 at the time, and Shadee was only 8.5. Then we got Shasta.....so her and Scooter were almost 10 years apart. We lost Scooter 6 years later. I believe they greive.....just like we do. And I also believe they need some type of closure. We did that with the blanket....[/quote]

Poor baby.

When we picked up Riley one of the first things I noticed was that all the whiskers on his snout had been "trimmed". When I asked the lady who runs the shelter what happened, she told me that she had read that sometimes the mother bites the puppy's whiskers off to keep them from wandering off. Anybody ever heard of this? Seems odd.

This sounds awful. Poor puppy. My brother-in-law and his wife got a 2 1/2 month old puppy at the insistance of the step-kids. For the first three months he was calling once a week complaining about "its whining at night" and "it pee'd in the house" and "it won't listen" etc etc. My wife kept telling him "its just a puppy, be patient" and giving him tips on training. When she went over this week to get our crate back, the poor thing was tied up outside. It lunged at my wife and was growling, but her tail was tucked under so she was obviously scared. Dummy goes to my wife "she's aggressive now" to which my wife replies, "No, she's just scared. Let her off the tether." Sure enough, the dog calmed down when it felt that it wasn't trapped. I fear she is going to become another victim to misconceptions about raising dogs. Its like people think that dogs magically turn into well-behaved creatures; and when they don't out they go to spend the rest of their lives in solitary confinement.

Yes, but I'm counting on the fact that around this time of the year all this late season fruit, mostly apples, starts falling to the ground and starts rotting and fermenting. The bears go around just stuffing their faces with these fermenting apples they find on the ground and in the process get quite drunk. So, you're Mr. Bear, you've just polished off 30 lbs of fermenting apples and the beer goggles are firmly in place. You're locked and loaded and you are feeling SEXY baby! You're stumbling from tree to tree and lookee lookee lookee, what do we have here? Normally you eat these things, but you've got URGENT THROBBING NEEDS. You take a long look around to make sure nobody's coming, coast is clear, so you go to town. You do it all - you are in the zone. You're doing stuff they don't even have names for. Man, these things sure scream alot. Then six of your buddies show up, cue Porno music... [quote name='K']Now now Eric...credit the poor bears with a bit more taste please! :-?[/quote]

Well, the wife and I talked it over last night and we're going Saturday to go see him and introduce him to the boys. Barring any personality clashes (doubtful since he's just a pup), we'll be taking him with us. She was putting up a bit of a fight, but the blurb did her in. How can you say no to little pups left to die in the woods. I talked to the lady who runs the shelter and he sounds wonderful. Very laid back, cuddly, gets along with everything at the shelter, already learned all his basics. So.... [size=7]I'm getting a puppy![/size] PS: May the person who left these poor pups to die embark on a long car trip into the canadian wilderness, run out of gas, and his death becomes a competition between starvation, exposure, lack of water, blackflies, and being sodomized by bears.

Here's the blurb on the website about this guy and his siblings. I was born 4 months ago. My mom took good care of me and of my sister and brothers while we were small. The humans that owe my mom used to think we were really cute. But as we grew bigger, things changed. See, we started to need a lot more than just our mom. We needed food and water and shelter and playtime and affection and... well, we are just puppies after all. And so one day, when we had definitely become a nuisance, our mom's owners piled us up in their car, drove for a little while until there was just trees around, opened the door and threw us out. And never came back. And so there we were, left out to die. We were terrified, hungry, thirsty and cold. Until, by some kind of miracle, somebody walked by and found us. Things have changed now. We are not hungry anymore, we have toys and warm blankets, but still, one thing is missing: we'd all like to be able to say we are someone's dog. Just like our mom must have been somehow. But maybe a little differently... see, what we wish is for people to promise they will take good care of us, each of us, through good and not-so-good times, for better and sometimes for worse, until we get so old we can close our eyes knowing we had a good life after all. Even though we had a rough start. We don't hold a grudge, we can still trust... is anyone out there willing to commit ?

Man, I've got puppy fever lately. I'm thinking of getting a fourth dog, and trying to convince the wife to go for it. This little guy is available at a shelter not too far from our cottage. GSD pup, found abandoned in the woods with three other siblings. [img]http://www.petfinder.com/fotos/QC07/QC07.3361401-1-pn.jpg[/img] Like I told the wife, with 3 dogs we're already basically shunned by society. People already look at us funny when they find out we have three dogs ("THREE dogs?!?", "Yes, and the smallest one is 75 lbs") Can't spend the night anywhere, can't take them with us to visit family (they do make for convenient excuses "Well, we should get going. Can't leave the dogs for too long"). Vet bills are already astronomical, especially considering that Travis needs to get the double dosage of heartworm because of his size. What's another $150 on a $400 vet bill? Transportation is no longer an issue since we got the Pathfinder. Is one more dog going to make any difference? Dogs make me happy. More dogs make me happier. I need to be happier. There's always room for one more, isn't there?

Way to end an evening. We're getting ready for bed, let the boys out for "last call". Sam and Travis come back on their own as usual. Zeke usually needs a little more coaxing. Suddenly he goes tearing past me and into the house, runs into the bedroom and then into the ensuite. I get the whiff of something very "minty", close the door and run after him. He's in the ensuite pressed agaist the cabinet, he's got one eye that's all runny and half closed and he's drooling like crazy. I wasn't sure what had happened because it didn't smell that bad, just a very strong mint or eucalyptus smell; that eye-watering Vics Vaporub kinda smell. Well, into the shower he goes and get a good wash from my wife. Unfortunately, because he ran past me into the house while he was still "fresh", he got the smell all over the house. Febreezed everything before we went to bed. Slept with the windows up to air the house out, but we got up this morning and he obviously brought in quite a bit of the smell. Bedroom smells pretty bad, so I took all the sheets/pillows and threw them in the wash. Left the air exchanger on today so hopefuy the smell will be mostly dissipated once we get home. Thankfully, Zeke doesn't seem to stink too much and we got most of the smell out. I assume its a skunk. God knows there are plenty around. I was surprised by the smell. I was expecting some horrible, gag-and-puke type of smell. But my first reaction was that he had been chewing on the mint leaves at the front of the house.

If you already have 2, 3 is not that big of a deal. We have three and the transition from 2 to 3 was quite easy. Plus, once you go beyond 1 you're already labeled as a dog nut so may as we go with it.

Hope you find her. Sam got out on us once at our old house. I let him and Travis out in the backyard while I was packing (we were moving that day). Go out to get them, Travis is there but Sam is gone; the gate at the side of the house was open for some reason. I freaked, started hyperventilating and a lot of "Please God Please God", jumped into the car and went down the road. I stopped and asked the first person I saw outside if they had seen a black dog and they said that yes, there was a dog at the park nearby. I race over and see nothing but kids playing ball. I get out and start asking the kids if they had seen a black dog; didn't even finish my sentence and Sam came running from behind the play structure and came over. I was so relieved. He'd been playing ball with these kids for the last 20 minutes. I really hope you find your dog as well.

From CNN... Pup shoots man, saves litter mates PENSACOLA, Florida (AP) -- Nice shootin', Rex! A man who tried to shoot seven puppies was shot himself when one of the dogs put its paw on the revolver's trigger. Jerry Allen Bradford, 37, was charged with felony animal cruelty, the Escambia County Sheriff's Office said Wednesday. He was being treated at a hospital for a gunshot wound to his wrist. Bradford said he decided to shoot the 3-month-old shepherd-mix dogs in the head because he couldn't find them a home, according to the sheriff's office. On Monday, Bradford was holding two puppies -- one in his arms and another in his left hand -- when the dog in his hand wiggled and put its paw on the trigger of the .38-caliber revolver. The gun then discharged, the sheriff's report said. Deputies found three of the puppies in a shallow grave outside Bradford's home, said sheriff's Sgt. Ted Roy. The other four appeared to be in good health and were taken by Escambia County Animal Control, which planned to make them available for adoption.

Out of curiousity, what breed was Spuds Mckenzie and Blue? [quote name='Smooshie']It is sad Kat, but over here it seems like the rule is"if it [i]looks[/i] like a Pit...then it MUST be a Pit" problem being that most people have no clue what a Pitbull looks like :-? Like I said above, EBT seem to have escaped much of the BSL ,but there are still the ignorant people that would and [i]will[/i] lump them in. Their only saving grace is the widespread popularity of the pop culture icons like "Spuds McKenzie" and Don Cherry's EBT "Blue".[/quote]

Can I ask something really stupid? Exactly what is a pit bull? Is there such a thing as a "pit bull", or is a bunch of breeds that fall under the same description. When I picture a pit bull, I think of Spuds Mackenzie, or Don Cherry's dog, Blue.

Probably went something like this Original search: "Hot men in thongs" Search Engine - men = son of a bitch bitch = dog Result - Dogs in thongs [quote name='sashagirl']HF, what [b]WERE[/b] you searching for when you found this??? :lol:[/quote]