WedgeRock
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Cody is the big dog now.
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High Hand
My 4 yr old German Shepherd
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High Hand
Unfortunately I think I should maybe sell that guy. With the amount of time I am away from home because of work I am not able to give him the time and attention he deserves. If anyone is interested or knows someone who might be, let me know and I'll be glad to share more details. Hope this doesn't violate any kind of forum rules or anything by posting that here. If it does, I apologize.
mashoo
3 of a Kind
bentax1978
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Zelda literally jumped in my lap at the dog park after being nipped at by another dog. Good thing she’s only nine months and not yet full grown, not sure how much more weight that chair could have taken. 
detroitdad
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Seeking Alpha Social Club
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Our guard dog, our boxer, and our little turds
detroitdad
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links_slayer
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This dumbass thought he was hiding
My GSD will be 10 years old next month. She had 4 cancerous tumors removed about 2-3 months ago. This type of cancer is very hard to get rid of. They said there was a very good chance that it will come back and keep coming back. (n) :thumbsdown: Yesterday we found 3 new lumps and they look identical the ones they removed. Taking her to the vet tomorrow. I don't expect the news to be good. Its is that time, not the time, do you keep putting them under for surgeries?
Milo013
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There are only a few rules that are inviolate in my life . . . this week required following one of them, that my Sita might find peace. I will miss those little paws on my arm, though.
It's funny how they worm their way into your heart. Sita was the cat we were not looking for, but she was the cat we ended up having to take. She was not friendly by any means, and barely tame. For the first sixth months of her time with us the only proof of her existence was the steady depletion of the food in her bowl, and the accumulation of poop in her box. On the rare occasions she was sighted it was briefly, and from a distance. A trip to the Vet would involve a chase, some poop, some pee, and non-stop vocal protests on the way to, and from Snelgrove. It got to the point that we abandoned the idea of check-ups, as it was so stressful for her (and us).
As the years went on, she began to tolerate her staff more easily, even allowing a select few to pamper her. The game became forcing her to tap me on the arm in order to obtain scritches on her ears or, if the mood took her, her belly. She would jump on the bed as we settled in for the night, and snuggle up against my legs. At least until the leap became too great with the purchase of a new mattress.
As she got older, and slowed down, she became more friendly to those who worked for her. She sought attention and affections, rather than avoiding them. She had her "spots" in the house, locations earned through seniority, if nothing else, and her staff enforced those privileges against our other three felines. Sita wanted none of the nonsense of her younger cousins or daughter. She just wanted to be treated with the deference due her age and status. she was a lot like me, in that sense.
She'd been struggling with a cold the last few weeks, and we've been struggling with it too. She is not a young cat, anymore, and it was likely the next trip to the Vet would be her last. It's funny how that which you were least looking to have is now the last thing you want to lose.
We put Sita to rest on Monday . . . and now that my weekend has started, I am drunk off my ass and crying like a little girl.
It's funny how they worm their way into your heart. Sita was the cat we were not looking for, but she was the cat we ended up having to take. She was not friendly by any means, and barely tame. For the first sixth months of her time with us the only proof of her existence was the steady depletion of the food in her bowl, and the accumulation of poop in her box. On the rare occasions she was sighted it was briefly, and from a distance. A trip to the Vet would involve a chase, some poop, some pee, and non-stop vocal protests on the way to, and from Snelgrove. It got to the point that we abandoned the idea of check-ups, as it was so stressful for her (and us).
As the years went on, she began to tolerate her staff more easily, even allowing a select few to pamper her. The game became forcing her to tap me on the arm in order to obtain scritches on her ears or, if the mood took her, her belly. She would jump on the bed as we settled in for the night, and snuggle up against my legs. At least until the leap became too great with the purchase of a new mattress.
As she got older, and slowed down, she became more friendly to those who worked for her. She sought attention and affections, rather than avoiding them. She had her "spots" in the house, locations earned through seniority, if nothing else, and her staff enforced those privileges against our other three felines. Sita wanted none of the nonsense of her younger cousins or daughter. She just wanted to be treated with the deference due her age and status. she was a lot like me, in that sense.
She'd been struggling with a cold the last few weeks, and we've been struggling with it too. She is not a young cat, anymore, and it was likely the next trip to the Vet would be her last. It's funny how that which you were least looking to have is now the last thing you want to lose.
We put Sita to rest on Monday . . . and now that my weekend has started, I am drunk off my ass and crying like a little girl.
thats a freakin Micro Bear.
legend672
Full House
I feel your pain. Sorry for your loss.
WedgeRock
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Lil Tuna
4 of a Kind
I had to do a double take, we had a tiger and calico cat siblings for 18 years.. that photo brings back fond memories
Lil Tuna
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That’s awesome Matt. I’d like to hope these two would be around that long. The calico is Kai, she will be 3 in June and the tiger is Hazel, she’s about 6 months.I had to do a double take, we had a tiger and calico cat siblings for 18 years.. that photo brings back fond memories
Someone left Hazel in front of my girlfriends storefront. She was in bad shape when my girlfriend brought her home. One eye closed from infection, flees and ringworm.
She has come a long way since then.
Thanks! Yes, he is a Pomeranian. And I lobbied hard to name him bear but was overruled by the 9 year old.
pokerplayingpisces
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Paulo
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Here’s my girl
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fish72s
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Is it time for a "Are you a Cat Person or Dog Person" poll?
Venturalvn
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fish72s
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