Lucky Chaos

[quote]I dont particularly like liars, just dont think that there is any proof he has lied about something[/quote] 3ofakind: [quote]yes I lied to you guys back then.[/quote] There's your proof.

So why don't you tell us EXACTLY what you lied about? What happened to your other dogs? You have a new puppy, what happened to your other female? Your other TWO females? How many of your dogs are actually fixed? None? Why not? You really think those dogs should be bred? Please, enlighten us. I'm sure we're all waiting to hear what you can come up with. :-?

Maybe all is not lost after all :D [img]http://www.thestar.com/images/thestar/img/040902_pit_bull_fred_250.jpg[/img] [url]http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&call_pageid=971358637177&c=Article&cid=1094076610648[/url] Sep. 2, 2004. 01:00 AM CHARLA JONES/TORONTO STAR Pit bull Fred, front, frolics with George, owners Darlene Reid, left, and Taja Reid, and American Eskimo dog Sydney. Darlene Reid says strangers have attacked her dogs. PIT BULL OWNERS ON DEFENSIVE You'd think killer sharks were swimming in our streets, the way the media and some people are carrying on about pit bulls. Meanwhile, responsible owners of thousands of sweet and gentle dogs are feeling the bite. "Every time pit bull owners go out with their dogs, they face public relations disasters," explains Kristine Crawford, a Palo Alto search and rescue pro with three pits who also work with terminally ill children. (See [url]http://www.forpitssake.org[/url].) Take Toronto's Darlene Reid. She walks my American Eskimo Sydney with her powerful pits, George and Fred. I don't fear for Syd, who has "the boys" by their cut-off cojones. As for them and me, well, let's just say there's been licking. But now, Reid is more afraid for her dogs than we should be of them. Last Sunday while walking George and Fred near their Riverdale home, Darlene and her daughter were assaulted by two men. It's just the latest attack. Two years ago, while the dogs were tethered outside a Danforth caf

I emailed twice and begged everyone I know to do the same. :(

I happened to be watching Animal Cops at 4 am this morning and they rescued a great dane puppy with horrible mange from its owner. The poor thing had no fur at all, and they ended up putting it to sleep. :( My question is, I thought mange wasn't fatal? Why would they put an otherwise heathy (from what I could tell) puppy down for it? Just something that was bugging me, hope someone can answer it.

I honestly thought there wasnt any BSL in Ontario, the last BSL site I was reading said there wasn't much in Canada at all, thats really too bad...

I'm writing right now! Ontario has no BSL as of now and we can't let that start! :x

[size=7][color=blue]Happy Birthday Elmo![/color][/size] And what a handsome birthday boy he is. :D

I honestly don't mean to offend either, but I have to agree with Hillside. All my cats are indoor cats, and they'll live longer happier lives for it (IMO, again don't want to offend anyone with outside cats.) My last 2 cats got killed by a car and a dog, we never even found who's dog it was. Our neighbour lets her cats roam and not one of them bury's their poop and its very annoying having to clean up after other people's pets. I don't blame you for being annoyed by this guy though, his dog should have definately been on a leash which is just as if not more annoying as dog droppings are obviously bigger then a cats. :lol:

Is that what you really think guest? We'll let me tell you about Riley, my Border Collie. I have three cats which he is fine with, as long as he is constantly supervised, plus my cats are used to dogs and know not to run. Anything he comes accross outside of the house, cat, squirrel, bird, he WILL stalk, chase and kill. He caught a squirrel once and did kill it. So no, high prey drive dogs will not just walk away from running cats. If thats what you really think then you obviously haven't had a lot of experience with high prey-drive dogs. My Pit Bull mix on the other hand is a big chicken and will chase anything, but as soon as it acts aggressive she will run away, tail between her legs. So before you go off and say that only a pit bull would have killed those cats maybe do a little research. :-?

I always used to pretend I was a dog. And a wolf. My best friend would always be the cat while I was the dog. And I had an imaginary dog too who could talk and do amazing things. :lol: Oh and does anyone while watching their dogs run let their mind wander and wish you could run with them? I think its so beautiful to watch them and how their so free, not worrying about anything or where they'll be in an hour, just free.

I thought this was funny. :lol: [url]http://sets.com/btrescue/funnybtstories01.html[/url] The following story titled "Are Bull Terriers Good With Children?" by Peggy Arnaud appeared in The Bull Terrier Club Of South Australia magazine in February 1994, and has me in stitches every time I read it. Here goes:- Haven't we all been asked this question many times? Yes, if raised with children, a bull terrier is a perfect companion; gentle and aware of the child's fragility. Haven't we all watched a great lump of dog play quietly on the floor with babies, then without warning hurl itself upon an unsuspecting adult with sufficient force to practically land him in the intensive care unit. So I would like to ask this question - Are Bull Terriers Good With Adults? Not one of my dogs has ever laid a tooth on me, but the damage to my person has, over the years been considerable. One rainy morning I was standing in the driveway watching my husband back out the car when Muffin came flat out around the corner of the house carrying a length of 2 x 4. What she was intending to do with this piece of lumber has never been determined - it is possible that she was becoming bored with the demolition trade and was about to enter the construction business. Turning at her approach, I received the full impact of the wood on my shinbone and was knocked to the ground by the force where I lay screaming with pain and fury. Muff observed this odd behaviour for a moment, then deciding that she had heard all those words before (usually directed at her anyway), she retrieved her wooden weapon, and spinning it around with the grace and agility of a baton twirler, connected neatly with the back of my head as I was attempting to get to my feet. The impact returned me to my previous horizontal position, this time face down. My husband, who witnessed the entire performance informed me later that the timing was superb - worthy of the best Keystone Cops or Marx Brothers. But he delayed his departure, herded the menace into her kennel and inquired through his merriment if I was hurt. Stating I thought I might live long enough to murder the wretched bitch, I was helped to my feet but found I could not put any weight on the injured leg and my scalp was cut and bleeding - so a trip to the accident room of the local hospital was thought advisable. Being my first visit for emergency treatment, I was not prepared for the volume of information required. Name, address, occupation are routine - but how, when and why!....(I am an obstetrical nurse and our patients are admitted onto the floor with a minimum of questions. We know why they are there, and we know how it happened and we assume the patient knows too, although sometimes one wonders)! The admitting nurse was efficient and thorough. Vital statistics dealt with came unexpected questions. "Now, how did this accident happen?" "Well," I said, "You see my dog had this big piece of wood in her mouth and she hit me with it." "Your dog?" "Yes." "I see, - and the head wound?" "Well my dog did that too." "With a piece of wood?" "Yes, - it was the same piece of wood actually." "I see." "Well," I said, coming quickly to Muffin's defence," of course she didn't mean to, she sort of spun around and she had this piece of wood in her mouth, you see - and, well-she hit me with it - I was sitting in the driveway at the time..." Our local hospital does not have a psychiatric floor but I could see by the expression on the nurse's face that she was aware of the desperate need for one. I was X-Rayed, treated amid controlled giggles from the staff, and released. The next major incident followed swiftly. (Minor ones occur almost daily.) The paddock gate is, of necessity, sturdily built of oak and heavy. It opens inward. Every day I collect each dog after his play period. I call them from whatever act of mayhem they may be committing, push open the gate and bend down ready to snap on the lead. For three hundred and sixty four days of the year Bloody Mary had galloped to the gate, come around it, and been leashed in the usual fashion. On this particular day, whether due to a whim, or perhaps because the moon was in Aquarius she chose to project herself at approximately the speed of light from the far corner of the paddock, and instead of coming around the gate, she leapt at it with all the force of her fifty pounds of muscle, slamming it shut on my head. I went down like a pole-axed ox, and remained down and out long enough for the murdureous beast to remove and eat the bait-biscuits from my pocket - she also removed and apparently ate the pocket. A small hairpiece I was wearing has never been seen again - presumably it was quickly killed and buried. Staggering into a lawn chair I sat holding my head and considering an early retirement from dog breeding, while Mary amused herself by eating the geraniums. This pastoral scene continued for awhile until my neighbor drove up, took one look at me, and insisted - yes, you guessed it - on a trip to the Emergency Room. The last thing I wished to do on this earth was return to the hospital where, after the Muffin episode, there exists some doubt as to my sanity - I am known locally as "that kook who lives up on the hill with those funny looking white things she says are dogs". But feeling too sick to argue or resist I was firmly placed in the car and hurried off to my fate. And so it came to pass that once again I presented myself at the local Emergency Room. Of course, the admitting nurse was the same as before, the staff also. Approaching the desk in embarrassed misery - torn clothing, wild hair, a great lump on my forehead and eyes blackening fast, I am greeted by an obviously wary nurse - "Goodness, Mrs Arnaud, sit down. Whatever happened to you now?" I take a deep breath, (Oh God will get you for this Bloody Mary) and with visions of padded cells looming large in my future, "Well," I said "you see - my dog..." Are Bull Terriers Good With Children? Oh yes. They are lovely. Are Bull Terriers Good With Adults? Well I am an adult and they are not good with me, and I have the scars - my body, my furniture, and my psyche - to prove it.

Actually a lot of them stay that white on their bodies but their ears and head get yellower. Maybe thats why their not deaf? (like dalmations, the more spots on their head/ears the less chances of them being deaf) [img]http://www.edgeofthebreaks.com/images/Yellow-lab-with-boat-in-wat.gif[/img] Not a very good pic but a full grown "white" lab where you can just see yellow on his ears and nose.

My dogs have never swam in the ocean but I heard that it can really dehydrate a dog, maybe that was it? Anyway I'm glad she's back to normal.

Voted again :D

Awww that was cute. :lol: :lol:

Like other people said their actually not white but pale yellow. [img]http://www.rinet.ru/~redfield/labrador/white01.jpg[/img]

I voted too, definately the best pic there!

Wow what an awesome tribute he sounds like a very wonderful dog. [size=7][color=red]Happy Birthday Banzai![/color] [/size]

Voted.

OMG I'm so sick right now! He shot the dog cause it was running loose?! THREE TIMES! That poor dog, it didn't even try to attack anyone! There was no reason to shoot that dog and make it bleed to death and suffer until it died! I'm definately writing and email but I'll have to do it later I don't think I could be polite right now. :evil:

I don't know why the cheetahs were in kennels but I've been to African Lion Safari. Basically all the animals are free to roam around together and I don't remember if I saw any fences seperating them. Even animals like lions and zebras didn't bother each other. Anyway you drive through and its a totally natural habitat supossed to look like your driving through the African savannah. Theres a reason they say keep your windows closed too, when we were there a giraffe stuck his head through the window and started licking everything in the car. It's actually a pretty cool place and the animals are treated very well.

Definately report it! That dosn't sound right at all! :evil:

Thats good to hear! :D

[quote name='JackieMaya']When Jackie and Maya are playing together, if they stop, I do a "D'OH" like Homer Simpson, and they start up playing again.[/quote] My dogs do that whenever I say 'Boo'. Also if you say Monkey anywhere where Lucky can hear you he'll come running. *shrug*