Dog Logic

[twirl]

Dog Logic

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.-Anon
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. Ben Williams
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself. Josh Billings
The average dog is nicer than the average person. Andy Rooney
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love & always have to mix hate and love. Anon
Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog. Franklin P.Jones
If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise.  Unknown
My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up from 3.00 a can. That's almost 21.00 in dog money. Joe Weinstein
Woman and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. Heinlein
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bit you, that is the principal difference between a dog and a man. Twain
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our life whole. Caras
If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them. Pastoret

[Lucinda]

Hey Twirl....that is gorgeous!!

I wondered what was going to happen when I started dialysis and letting the dogs near me when I was on dialysis but seeing some of the photos on this site I assume it is OK for them to still be on the bed.  Well my little one can be on the bed.  My big girl is almost the size of a horse but when hubby is away she still pinches his side of the bed. 

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and some can even talk

[Sluff]

My scooter( I call him my little bug) has such a personality, but beware if I'm around because he gets over protective.

[G-Ma]

Scooter is beautiful. 

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Another pic of Cujo, the international sleuth

[twirl]

Sluff and Flip   -      two beautiful dogs

you got to love people who love their dogs

Flip   -  hope Cujo gets his rabies shots

[twirl]

how to clean a toilet
click on

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wait for the pictures of the dog and cat to come in
if anyone wants to fix the mess I made of this, please do

[KT0930]

Dog Logic

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. Ben Williams

Makes me smile everytime...and my "puppy" is nearly three years old and 55 pounds!

[st789]

Dogs 

[twirl]

dog logic
Sad Sack, our bassett hound is getting older
she is on 3 medicines
and the vet said she is still living a comfortable life
she has started carrying her dinner bowl from the kitchen into the den where she sits and eats and watches tv
I think she misses Bubba
they grew up together
he will not be home for months ---- football season

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Cujo had a rough life early on. When he was young, I let a lady take him to train. She was supposed to be a good trainer. After 3 months and $700, he was totally untrained and, in my opinion, abused. When I took him to the vet, she discovered that he had heartworm. The treatment was very expensive and I thought he was going to die for a while. Now he gets all his meds from me, including rabies shots.

[dkerr]

I love my dogs  and my granddogs.   

[Sluff]

Cujo is a handsome dog.

[twirl]

so I bought one of those fish to place in the swimming pool
swims using batteries
Yogi, our cow dog ate it
we got home from our Aggie game
and the fish was chewed up and destroyed
I hope he did not injest any of it
some weird looking doggy

[pelagia]

Our dog Ben walked 30 miles on the Appalachian Trail with Stephen, my son Will and my nephew Marshall last summer.  It was a trip that Stephen should not have made.  His kidney function was dropping like a rock and it was an August heat wave.  But, it was something he always wanted to do with Will.   Ben went sans leash for the entire week and yet he never left Stephen's side.  I am now convinced about that idea that dogs have a sixth sense.

[twirl]

I know dog's have a 6th sense
cats do to but they don't use it 

[pelagia]

sometimes they use it, but they won't let on.

[kitkatz]

I got this story via email.
 
Those of you who have/had animals will probably appreciate this more. It is a story that is hilarious in itself and the person that wrote it is a good writer and made the story even better. ~
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We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you, who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10-year-old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.

Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.

Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress...

Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time.

I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend. I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment. I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise hours.

Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. The rolls were ready to go in the oven. It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated. I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night. God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.

We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt, and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.

He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our backyard, he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence. His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk. He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.
Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day. My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and me, we took off.

Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it.

Now he was beginning to let off gas and it smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did. Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something.

Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in, must come out' and Jasper was no exception. Granted, if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor. This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure. We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked
through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed, too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house. I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear ... I presume.

I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.

[twirl]

my dogs burp
that story is hysterical but it is hard to beat Willie and Winnie's stories

[twirl]

Sad Sack in bleeding and I cannot tell where it is coming from
I can not take her to the vet until tomorrow after D
she is not pouring out blood but spoting
and she is otherwise happy
and walking around
I have to give her meds twice a day
today she chased Slugger
I want her to be here when Allen comes home from college
he has not been here in weeks
I want her to survive that long
allen and sad sack grew up together as best buds

[willieandwinnie]

twirl, I'm so sorry. Our son's bassett hound lived to be 13 and she was the sweetest dog we ever had. I wish I was nearby to give you a big hug. 

[twirl]

me too, W&W
she has become my shadow

[twirl]

I had to get refills on Sad Sack's meds
I had to go to a regular pharm to get her urinary meds
she would not chew the ones the vet said tasted good to dogs
and you know what
the kind I got at the human people pharm were cheaper
and she does not like them either
I wrap them up in thin lunch meat
and scratch under her chin and she will eat them
if I don't scratch her, she spits the pills out and waits for more lunch meat
she learned that trick early on
I love her