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Dammit, just got dust in my eye.
Reminded me of my German-Canadian friend's farm - Their german shepherd Wanda would know when I was coming by the noise my car made. I'd just traded cars, and the way this driveway was situated, you had to park, then walk down a very long path to get to the house.
I park and hear Wanda barking - she doesn't recognize the car, as I'd just bought a new one. I'm halfway down the lane and I see the dog. It's coming towards me at full gallop, teeth bared and ANGRY. I have time to look back and know I'll never make it back to my car, so I brace myself. She leaps right at my face, going for the throat and right in that moment I see her expression change from "intruder attack" angry to "oh shit, I know that guy".
I'm 6'2" and solid, but she knocks me down to the ground, and is whimpering and licking me profusely...and all day I'm at the farm she's at my side, nuzzling my arm as if to say "I'm sorry". And every time after that, she's my best buddy whenever I visit.
That dog would climb a ladder to get to her "perch" in the loft above the barn and loved to spook people, the barn cats and even its owner from that tall vantage point. It would give one giant "bark", stare, then walk away. So, don't tell me dogs have no emotions...that dog had a sense of humour!
Reminded me of my German-Canadian friend's farm - Their german shepherd Wanda would know when I was coming by the noise my car made. I'd just traded cars, and the way this driveway was situated, you had to park, then walk down a very long path to get to the house.
I park and hear Wanda barking - she doesn't recognize the car, as I'd just bought a new one. I'm halfway down the lane and I see the dog. It's coming towards me at full gallop, teeth bared and ANGRY. I have time to look back and know I'll never make it back to my car, so I brace myself. She leaps right at my face, going for the throat and right in that moment I see her expression change from "intruder attack" angry to "oh shit, I know that guy".
I'm 6'2" and solid, but she knocks me down to the ground, and is whimpering and licking me profusely...and all day I'm at the farm he's at my side, nuzzling my arm as if to say "I'm sorry". And every time after that, she's my best buddy whenever I visit.
That dog would climb a ladder to get to his "perch" in the loft above the barn and loved to spook strangers from that tall vantage point.
A Shepard called Wanda! nice story Noilly :razz:
If you get a dog, get a big awesome dog lance. I know you know it, but damn do they have the personalities to make the extra food and goofy size worth it. I've got a retriever and he's not small but he'll climb into your lap if you let him. Most hilarious and loving damn dog.
That's awesome :lol:
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Duck “Doug” Silverman came into my life about 14 years ago. He was picked up by the State running through South Central with no collar, tags or chip. Nobody claimed or adopted him so a no-kill shelter took him in. That’s where I found him — at that shelter, in Van Nuys. Since then we have slept most every night together (and many lazy afternoons.) When we first met, the vet approximated his age at 5˝ so I’d say he was about 19 as of yesterday, September 3, 2013.
He was a happy dog, though serene. And stoic. And he loved love.
Over the past few years he became blind, deaf, and arthritic. But with a great vet, good meds, and a first rate seeing-eye person named me, he truly seemed comfortable.
Recently, however, he stopped eating or drinking. He was skin and bones and so weak. I couldn’t figure out this hunger strike. Duck had never been political before. And then, over the weekend, I knew. It was time to let him go.
My boyfriend Kyle flew in late last night and took the day off from work to be with us. We laid in bed and massaged his tiny body, as we love to do – hearing his little “I’m in heaven” breaths.
The doctor came and Kyle, my sister, Laura and I laid on the bed. I held him close – in our usual spoon position and stroked him. I told him how loved he was, and thanked him for giving me such happiness and for his unwavering companionship and love. The doctor gave him a shot and he fell asleep, and then another that was basically an overdose of sleeping meds. I held him and kissed him and whispered to him well passed his passing. I picked him up and his body was limp – you don’t think about the head – it just falls. I held him so tight. And then finally, when his body lost its heat, and I could sense the doctor thinking about the imminent rush hour traffic, I handed him over.
14 years.
My longest relationship.
My only experience of maternal love.
My constant companion.
My best friend.
Duck.
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dogs deserve that kind of humane exit from this world...conversely, humans that are sentenced to death by injection, are not worth the cost of the syringes that the drugs come in...
Some poor guy posted a pic on imgur the other day of him holding his golden retriever's paw as it was put to sleep (forgot to save it sorry)....... someone linked this cartoon pic in the comments and i pretty much lost it
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I pet my cat Oscar that I had for 20 years as they put him down... That was a mother fucker, bro.. They didn't even make me pay that day... They opened the side door and told me to just call when Im up to it.. I was about as rough (emotional) as I have seen myself..
Similar to Muddy's story...a friend of mine had a shepard for years and they travelled everywhere together..
I met the friend in grade 7 and he was one of the most grounded, unemotional people I've met. His mother passed away in grade 12 and my friend displayed no emotion (that we saw)
when it came time to put down his dog Rogue...my friend took him to the vets, held him as they gave the injection and then called us to give him a ride home....he was so upset he couldn't drive :(
When I think back about that day I remember him laying on the kitchen floor and not being able to move his back legs.. All three girls were sitting around him petting him and quietly talking to him for the last time.. Picking him up and putting him in the carrier knowing he had spent his last day in the house was hard.. My 6 year old still draws pictures of him.
I've never been able to have a pet...allergic to all cats and most dogs....yet the little critters always seem to crawl all over me and lick me :lol:
I really can't imagine the loss....maybe that's one good thing about never having a dog for a buddy for years :(
Really? Surprised you reacted to the shots.
Not surprised about the week 3 thing though. I'm usually in my 3rd week of ragweed season every year before my immune system gets overwhelmed and I go to the doc. Getting thrown into an environment with a full time pet to acclimate you? That's like jumping into a pot of boiling water.
I've tried various exposures my whole life....a few days for a couple of hours at a time....full on living and sleeping 24/7 in the infected habitat....15 minutes here and there...
I guess I'm like a girl I dated...she was allergic to milk products (not lactose intolerant) and she went through the same things as I did. The doc told her some people have severe allergic reactions that shots or pills won't touch...
That's the way I am with Ragweed. The only way I get through fall every year is a big shot of Cortizone. That seems to get a little less effective every year though. I do have a 5 year plan for when the Cortizone stops working altogether......
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for me cats are deadly...and embarrassing...some dogs I can take for a few hours, while others make me fee like I have the flu, red eyes, sneezing, congestion, even hives...
a friend moved into an apartment, we went there the first night with no furniture and played around on the floor....the place seemed clean, yet within 15 minutes I had one of the worst allergic reactions ever....she asked her landlord if the people before her had pets, landlord said they may have had a ferret
I didn't know ferret dander was so lethal :lol:
I've always wanted a dog :(
My Dad reacts like that with cats. I typically have a delayed reaction, minor symptoms at first but 6-12 hours later my throat closes up. I tolerate cats and dogs pretty well though most of the year. If my system is already fighting other seasonal allergies I have to make a point to avoid them.
I always grew up with a dog in the house and love all animals (not a big fan of ferrets), only reason I don't have one now is between being gone 8-10 hours every day and sleeping 8 hours a night I don't think it would be fair to the dog. I used to have the neighbors cat come visit a few nights a week, we got along just fine. He had his spot, I had mine and when he had enough of me he would meow at the door to be let back out. "see ya next time, cat."