luckychaos
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Homeward Bound was my faviorite movie when i was 8. I used to watch it over and over again. I still somehow know all the words off by heart.
Holz, I'm really glad Boomer is ok, that must have been an unpleasant experience for him :( -
[quote name='"Prairie_Gurl"']I think if we (my school) ever protested against ANYTHING (unless it was to hire the teachs' pay) my gym teach would eat us. He's really scarry... swear he's a canibal.
Ya whats really funny is we have the scariest science teacher. That morning we were waiting for the bell to ring and he comes outside everyone backs up and is trying to hide behind someone else. But since it was legal to have a protest he couln't do anything exept yell at his first class of the day to get inside. -
oops that last post was me :oops:
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Were pretty sure Chaos is part greyhound or whippet. she has that lean look to her and the greyhound ears. And even though she's only a puppy shes the fastest dog in the park, and LOVES to run.
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I'm a little late on the congrats but :smilecolros: CONGRATULATIONS anyway. He looks SO MUCH luke Lucky when he was a puppy, 'cept he dosen't have as much white.
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I thought the West Nile was from mosquito's? can fleas have it too?
Thats what we were so worried about since we go to our cottage for the summer, there are so many mosquitos, and theres no prevention 'cept bug spray for them. -
First time we went to the cottage with Lucky, The first thing he did was to catch and kill (have no clue how he did it) a frog and a fish. He ate them both then threw them up in the house later.
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For easter my family and I went to visit my aunt, uncle and cousins in barrie. They love dogs so we brought them along. Ike got along really really well at their house, he was much better behaved and loved my cousins who are 12 and 6. Even my uncle who is really nervous about dogs he dosen't know thought he was great. Their lab had just died from age, and they were in the process of looking for a new puppy. But they were so pleased with Ike, and he was so friendly to them that it was a perfect match. Ike has a new home. I know he's gonna be very happy.
Now I can start looking in the shelters for a new doggy! :D -
Nah, i couldn't do it either. Maybe for 500 years or something, but if you lived forever eventually you would just get bored. There would also be no point in living.
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I never though of this before, good idea! :D
Lucky would be mid-cool. His grades would be average and he would always leave his homework to the last minute. He'd be the one who would daydream about the popular girls but not take action. he would especially like blondes. (I'm serious about this, when we go to the park he's always after the golden retrievers and yellow labs, but not the black or chocolate labs or even the reddish colored golden retrievers.)but when he found a girl he would be faithful to the last. He'd probally try out for the teams but not make it, because he's shy. he get in trouble occasionally, but mostly he'd do exactally what teachers say.
Chaos would be a semi-bad girl. Everyone would see she has the ability to be the smartest, but she takes what she learns and pushes it to the back of her head. She'd be a bully, and independent but not a loner. When she makes friends, she'd be a true friend. she'd never back down from a challenge and wouldn't be afraid to make fun of those
cheerleaders. In class, instead of copying notes from the board, she'd be writing about how stupied the teacher looked today. she'd be the experimental type, not afraid to try something new, even if it means getting in trouble. -
Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow....it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that laid across her lap.
When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces. The woman who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crackhouse where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone.
His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his boney body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust. He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp. But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something "to" him. Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would "give" something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart. She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart.
She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own.
"Would you like some water, big boy?" she whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to rehydrate. He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah...that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get.
"Would you like some more?" and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart.
"I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I'd added some warm water and little piece of my heart."
Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic. When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again. She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gentle spoken, turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that resides within.
He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love.
Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him. So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog who sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said.
And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart.
"I love you, Joe."
And Joe lived happily ever after. Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow....it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that laid across her lap.
Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask? Ahhh....it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.
Grace Saalsaa -
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... -
That puppy looks identical to Chaos! But it is great to rescue a older dog thats in the shelter for no fault of their own. Good for you Encyclopedia and bullygirl for adopting instead of buying. :D
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They are precious! :D
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We have no need for new breeds anymore. When the original breeds were
created they had a purpose, whether it be hunting or herding. When was the last time you saw a poodle jumping into a lake to retrieve waterfowl for a hunter? Almost no breeds are still used for their original purpose, and unless you have a job for that breed to do, other then being a companian, because we have enough great companian pure breds and mixes already. -
Oh my dog. he's sooo cute! If three puppies are too much I'll take him! :wink:
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Authors comments:
Timber is a wolf hybrid, 25% wolf, 75% malamute. I found him in an animal shelter in Colorado, where he was captured as a stray. The shelter would not recommend the adoption of Timber because of his aggressive behavior; his only chance for survival would be if his rightful owner claimed him.
I felt a close attraction to this lost animal; I would sit near his kennel door, talking softly to him. He would snarl, show his teeth, and snap several times to let me know that he meant business. He obviously didn't realize that I don't give up easy. On the fourth visiting day, Timber cautiously approached the door, still snarling and snapping. Slowly I raised my hand to let him sniff it--he allowed me to scratch his ears.
The time drew near for Timber's execution; no one claimed him. I couldn't bear the thought of his being destroyed, so I adopted him myself. I knew my female hybrid, Tishka, would love to have his company. Timber reluctantly entered my car, cowering on the front seat. I tried to convince him that everything would be all right. Upon our arrival home, Tishka and Buck eagerly welcomed him with open paws! I planned to keep him on a temporary basis, until another home could be found. I knew that this would not be an easy task, since we are so particular about who we place hybrids with.
Timber adjusted well to our family, including Too Much, our cat. Not once did her growl to snap; even when we corrected him for doing something wrong, he was a perfect "gentel wolf." He became loving and affectionate, always greeting us with his howl and wolf kisses. He enjoys outings with Buck and Tishka; they taught him how to take the blankets from their beds in the garage and scatter them around the yard. The three of them would play for hours, chasing each other around the yard, dragging their blankets through the dirt.
Timber appeared to get along well with everyone, including our veterinarian who checked him over and gave him all of his shots. I saw no indication of his aggressive behavior returning.
Then events changes; Timber lost control. I'm not sure what happened. Apparently Tishka and Timber were having a dominance fight, resulting in an all-out battle. Timber received the worst of the wound -- whether it was pain that caused him to revert to his aggressive nature, or a flashback of some other experience, I will never know. Timber turned on my husband, Cal. It is quite unnerving to have an animal of this size become aggressive, snapping and snarling.
Two days later, Timber reacted the same, violent manner to the veterinarian, for no apparent reason. He had to be sedated before we could remove him from the examination table.
Throughout all of his violent outbursts, he still would allow me to do anything to him. He felt safe and secure with me. Does this mean that he was abused by a man? Possibly, with the exception that he snapped at the female vet assistant.
Whatever other problems Timber may have, I know that he has been both mentally and physically abused. There have been several instances where I have had something in my hand, and he would drop to the ground and whimper, as if he was afraid I would strike him with the object. He also did not know how to play with toys like my other 2 dogs did. He evidently had only bad experiences riding in cars, and only recently has he began to learn that riding in cars can be fun. For example, I take the 3 canids places where they can run loose in the hills, chasing rabbits and exploring new sights.
Two professionals have recommended the euthanasia of Timber, not only for my own protection, but for the protection of the rest of my family. I've been told I can never be sure when something will set Timber off, causing him to turn on me; I may never know how far his aggression will go.
In the writer's opinion, Timber is a wonderful affectionate, loving , well-mannered animal that has been a privilege to own.
Timbers fate is still undetermined at this time; I only know his abuse should never have happened. There will always be a special place in my heart for Timber. He knows only love and affection, and I will do everything in my power to have his remaining days be peaceful.
I wish everyone could realize that owning an animal is more than just having a "pet". It is a total commitment to the well being of one of God's creatures, so please take the responsibilty for both the physical and emotional needs of a dependant creature. -
MASTER-WHY?
By: Pat Craig
Please Master, I am so tired of hurting. Did you know that I only wanted you to love me and give me lot's of praise and affection? Why did you choose to yell and scream at me when I misbehaved? At times, you resorted to physical abuse. Remember, you were the one who chose to take me home. After you separated me from my mother and siblings, why did you change your mind? Wasn't I the same soft, lovable cuddly puppy? Was I wrong in expecting you to be my new family?
When I pottied in your domain, it wasn't that I was stupid, like you yelled. After all, going potty at any time or place was very natural for me. Did you really think I was just trying to displease you? I just didn't understand what you expected from me. Can you imagine how totally crushed and humiliated I felt when you shoved my face in the mess I made, then threw me outside?
How about the time you kicked me across the room, calling me a dumb, stupid mutt. I, like you, have sensitive feelings and strong emotions. How was I to know that your new boots were not toys? It was so boring, being at home all alone, with nothing to do. I only wanted something to play with and chew on. did you know that my poor body ached for days afterwards? Yet, you wondered why I cringed and whimpered at your touch.
Those cold winter nights that I stood, shivering, wiht my nose pressed against the glass, softly whimpering to come in, you just ignored me. I learned a long time ago not to bark. I still can feel you swatting me on the head, as you yelled for me to shut up. There you sat, all warm and cozy, by the fire, sipping wine and reading your favorite book. Oh, how I yearned for your companionship! Just to lay at your side, or perhaps curl up at your feet; to have you reach down and touch me every once in awhile. Couldn't you understand I needed your love and affection, just as I wanted to give you mine? Maybe you just didn't care.
Remember how you complained about my shedding, getting hair everywhere, telling me I was nothing but a stinking, grubby dog? Don't you think I would have appreciated being brushed, vaccumed and bathed? My appearance is important to my feelings of self worth, just as yours are.
Not once did you ever take me to have fun. All the times you went hiking in the mountains, I was left at home. Didn't you ever think how much I would enjoy running and exploring new things? I would have been happy if you would have just played ball with me. But no, you didn't have time for me. I felt like I was a millstone around your neck.
How would you like to spend your life alone, with no social contacts, eating and drinking out of dirty dishes? Can't you smell my bed? It should have been washed months ago.
Now look at me! Only 18 months old and condemned to die. They say I'm unpredictable, that I could be dangerous, and possibly vicious. This is not true! I'm not mean like they say. It's just that I'm so scared of being hurt again, that I react without thinking. Later, I am sorry for my actions and regret that I am no longer capable of controlling myself.
If only someone would try to understand me and help me to overcome my fears! I just need someone I can feel safe with, whom I can trust. Someone who will have confidence in me. I haven't changed inside. I'm still the same, fun loving, affectionate puppy I used to be. I need help to express these feelings once again. -
Lucky's had always been pretty healthy on commercial food but he never had ANY energy. He's been on the raw diet for about a month now and the difference is HUGE!! He was never overweight or anything but he just has so much more energy. Before we switched to BARF he would only pick at his food.
Chaos always had bad breath and a really dull coat until we switched.
She never chewed any kibble and would throw it back up a few hourse later. Now she's forced to chew her food.
Ike hasen't been on it for very long but he definately smells a lot better now!
Thanks for the article Hazel! :D I never knew they could get sick from switching over :o I'm glad they didn't or I wouldn't have kept on the diet, not knowing why they were sick.
It took me months and hundreds or articles to convince mom to let me switch the dogs to BARF. Finally I said I'll switch Chaos to it cause she's my dog, and after about a week mom saw the improvements and let me switch both dogs. -
Well if she dosen't like puppies jumping on her, you could rescue an older dog. you'd be saving a life and Maggie wouldn't have to deal with the puppy jumping all over her.
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I don't know but I really hope you can. Chaos is gonna be spayed next month and when she's old enough I really want to do agility with her cause I think she would be perfect.
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[quote name='Hobbit'][quote name='luckychaos']I have a border collie/golden retriever mix. And even though he's not a herding mix [b][color=red]NOT? He IS a herding mix --- a Border Collie is a herding bred dog. Did you mean -- "even though he's a herding mix"?[/color][/b]
no one told him that he wasen't a pure border collie. Although he is a little slower about commands becasue he so calm and never gets excited. My aunt and uncle have about 15 sheep on their farm, and they live about 2 hours away.[/quote][/quote]
I ment he's not ALL herding breeds like a BC/Aussie or a BC/Kelpie. -
[quote name='"K"']No I read it as getting a 6 week old puppy too...and feel the matter should be addressed...but thats just me...[quote]
ya so did I........
Oh and another tip. Since puppies need to be fed 3 times a day, you should break your older dogs meal into 3 meals as well. That was the older dog won't feel left out when you feed the pup. -
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our neighbours have a 13 week old cairn terrier puppy named Charlie. They had to go away to visit relitives for an emergency, so they asked us to look after him. He's soooooo cute, but I'm pretty sure he has kennel cough. he might also have worms too. So somehow I have to keep him seperated from the other dogs. They never told us he had kennel cough, but they don't know much about dogs (he's from a pet store.) I feel so sorry for him.