Dear Puppygirl, I'm so glad you are feeling better. I was so scared you were going to be permanently disabled, back injuries in long dogs are not fun. I'll start weaning you off the muscle relaxers tomorrow. In the meantime, rest.
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Dear Puppygirl, I'm so glad you are feeling better. I was so scared you were going to be permanently disabled, back injuries in long dogs are not fun. I'll start weaning you off the muscle relaxers tomorrow. In the meantime, rest.
It sounds like she has the best of nurses on hand. It's so hard to see a pet in pain, tho.
Dear dog,
Thanks for insisting on the multiple daily walks. We've seen such cool things lately! Over the weekend, the fantastic night skies had me looking up astronomy sites, and I now know that we saw Venus and Jupiter up there. And then yesterday morning, wasn't it amazing to see that hawk swoop down and grab a squirrel?
Love, the holder of the leash
Dear Dog,
When it's as cold as it's been the last few mornings, it takes me longer to get ready for our walk. You have a built-in beautifully warm winter coat; I need to put on warmer pants and socks and boots and coat and hat and scarf and mittens. Don't worry, the walk will still happen, just have a little patience. And trying to climb into my lap while I'm putting on the boots won't make it happen any faster.
Dear dog,
The cats are not interested in your pig's ear. Or doggy biscuits. Trust on this one. They might sniff them, but they are not going to steal them. Snarling and snapping at cats is not a good idea-- remember the scratched snout Mica's claws gave you?
Dear Cody,
Yo do realize that you are part Labrador Retriever, and part Great Pyreneese or part Golden and part Pyreneese. But you are NOT a RAT TERRIER!!
I hope you don't get sick from catching and eating a field mice. You were so fast there was no way I could stop you. And now your mom is very worried that you might get sick or pick up some nasty worms or bugs.
Vet bills aside, I really hope you don't get sick.
And please do not catch and eat anymore field mice!!
Being vaccinated for Rabies, distemper are two that I know of. I think you do have other vaccination but that doesn't mean you can go out, catch and eat a field mice.
BAD BAD DOG!!!
:mad:
Dear Chloe,
We don't have to get up at the crack of dark anymore, I'm retired. Let's try to sleep in to at least 7 am....please?
Dear Stella
You know how you use our walks to "hunt" squirrels and rabbits and scavenge under the picnic tables in the park? Well, from time to time I forage on our walks. Wild strawberry season is just starting! I'd appreciate it if you don't pull me into a tree while my head is down, looking for flashes of red in the green grass. Also, please be patient while I'm busy picking the berries.
Dear Stella
It's our 6 month anniversary! Thanks for using sad puppy eyes on me and convincing me to bring you home!
But I do wish you'd warned me about the shedding issue... The house is covered by a film of golden fur these days:eek:
Ok, so that's not what she'll "work for". ;) :p Oh well. :rolleyes:
The trick may be find what she will "work for", hide in pocket, ask for the "wait" and quick with praise and high value reward.
You might even be able to use squirrels as a treat! No, not that way.
You always have "life rewards". My mutt had an odd fascination with storm grates. So if she wants to dash and sniff one or I just know she will that she has to do something for me; a quick sit, "watch me", wait ... sumthin' then a "good dog!" and she's off to the grate with what she wants to do as the reward.
With timing it's your walk and her training. We found that to be fun on both ends of the leash.
Dear Dog,
You are not a Squirreldog, you are a Sheepdog. Was it really necessary to catch that squirrel, flip him up in the air a few times, and watch him quiver and writhe in fear and pain? Ugh, that's what cats do, not dogs. At least you didn't bring this one into the house as a gift.
Your friend,
Tulip
Dear dog,
If you tried really hard, could you maybe get all the follicles that were planning on shedding hairs today to expel them all at once, while you're outside?
My dear beloved Doberman,
The UPS guys and all who wander up to our house are not afraid of sweet little you, who could resist your goofy smile and cute pointy ears at half mast? They are, however, afraid of being goosed by your giant nose that goes in places it never ever should! Regulars to our house now fan their hands behind their butts in a futile attempt to keep you at bay. And I really appreciate the continuous goose from the hall to the kitchen table while those guys installing the stove were chatting with me. I'd like to pinch your nose hard sometime but you would look so stricken and hurt, so we do our best to be just a little faster than your advancing nose.
Love,
The girl you adore (it's mutual).
Dear Dog,
My house is 90% tile. There is only carpet in the hallway.
I understand that accidents happen and that you defecating in two places last night was probably beyond your control, and that when I let you out at 3am you probably didn't need to go. I'm sure you REALLY didn't want to do it.
Do me a favor tho, will ya buddy? Could you PLEASE just do it on the tile instead of the one swatch of carpet in the house.
Thank you,
Mommy (NOT your inside pooper scooper)
Same here! I'm just glad that my dog has settled on the really ugly rug in the spare bedroom as her emergency spot...
Dear Dog,
I'm willing to take you for a pretty decently long walk in the rain. I'm not willing to cuddle with you when we get home and you are soaked. And is my bed really the best place to curl up for a post-walk nap while you are so wet?
Dear Dog.
I love you!
Dear Dog,
Thanks for FINALLY giving me a kiss (a lick) after owning you for a year. Your first 6 years on this planet must have been very sad and lonely and frightening, but you are slowly coming around. I'm so glad you chose me at the pound.
Love,
Your BFF until the end
awwww :)
She is the SWEETEST, most docile dog. She was surrendered to the pound with heartworms and seizures. They treated her for heartworms, and after a year of trying to control her seizures without phenobarbitol, we recently put her on it and her seizures have stopped. I just love her. I cried when she gave me her first kiss. She just walked up to me with her head down, looked me in the eyes, licked my mouth, then walked away. :)
Her teeth are worn down to nubbins, and the tip of her tail was broken when we adopted her. She still won't eat a biscuit from me- she just gently takes it and sets it down on the floor and walks away. Like she doesn't want to be rude. Maybe some day I'll get her to eat a treat out of my hand.
Sorry- Kona-dog hijack over. And yeah- that's the sad little look she gave me when she poo'd in the house. ;)
Dear dog,
You know, when you kill the mole you just magnificently caught, it's not going to "play" with you anymore. Once it's dead, it'll just lay there. And don't look at me like that-- I can't resurrect it. Like I can't turn off the rain or adjust the temperature outside... You can still count on me for belly rubs and feeding, though.
But thank you for being so willing to *not* bring your treasure home with us.
Dear dog,
New rule: no digging in the cemetary. Not even to enlarge the back door to the groundhog housing complex. Hopefully everyone was buried deep enough that you wouldn't disturb anything, but we're not risking it. Especially since it's old enough that most burials were in wood coffins, with no concrete vaults.
Dear Chloe,
Only you would manage to get a urinary tract infection - with FOUR different forms of bacteria. :eek: Let's hope the month long course of antibiotics does the trick.
Dear Dog,
I realize you need to go to the bathroom at 5am, and beg to be taken out. At this point I'm sure you must know, after 7 years of the same, that NOTHING will be jumping out of the bushes onto you in the dark. So, if you could not try to jump into my arms, at odd moments, leaving me holding 90 pounds of quaking dog, lying on top of me sprawled in the middle of the road, I'd appreciate it.
OH, and if you could refrain from trying to play tug O'war with the full poop bag, I'll be happy to play tup o'war with an appropriate toy back at home.
Thank you,
Road Rash Rosie (otherwise known as "Mom")
Dear Ace,
4 am is not play time or potty time and it never has been. Please stop the cycle of waking me up 2 hours before my alarm goes off.
Love,
your sleep deprived mom
Dear Dog,
I'm not sure yet what we'll do if you don't get the use of your legs back but we'll work it out. You're my puppy and I'll always take care of you. We'll just have more time to smell the flowers. But I'm hoping you'll bounce back like you always do.
Dear Jada,
You have been gone a week and I miss you with all my heart! I'm sorry I had to make that decision for you :( You will always be with me my little girl.....Attachment 15316
Dear Dog,
WELCOME!!
Ladies, I give you Abby! She is a 10 week old Border Collie, and is so very sweet... and scary smart.
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ohhhh, be still my heart. Put my border collie down just over a year ago
Yes, he was super smart. When hiking, if I said "bike back" he would get behind me and stay there until I told him to release. He is buried in the hills overlooking his favorite trail with his tennis ball and his stuffed animal for company.
Pax - congratulations on your adorable puppy! I've heard so many good things about Border Collies over the years. While I've not had a dog since I was something like 7 years old, if I had a yard I would be seriously tempted to have one :) Hi Abby!
I'm sorry about your loss, feral1. Hugs to you.
Thanks everyone, she is such a good little girl!
Sky King - we lost our two BC's back in 2004, it's taken us this long to get over it... they sure get into your heart.
feral1 - I'm so sorry about your loss.
Abby's too cute, Pax!! Congrats on your new addition!
Dear Dog,
Happy 6th Birthday sweet girl. Some may think it is odd to celebrate your birthday on a day like today, but I see it as a sign that in spite of the bad, good things can happen.
Your Human.
dear Rowena,
Cataracts. really? You're only 4 1/2 years old. No wonder your behavior has become more insecure and scared. You have an appointment with a veterinary opthamologist next week. Here's hoping it goes well.
Dear Stella,
Just what was that expression on your face when you saw the alpha cat eating your food out of your bowl? Frustration, confusion, annoyance, a touch of anger? Perhaps we need to clarify something: the rule that you don't bother a cat who's eating doesn't appy when the cat's eating out of your bowl. The cat might have a different idea, of course...
Would you have been so patient if it had been one of the other cats?