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The dog thread
September 1, 2009 - 8:29pm
Dogs are superior creatures to humans.
Discuss.
Dog spit is a cure-all. Seriously. My English setter tells me so. It's her answer to everything.
Dog is God spelled backwards. Dogs don't wear underwear. Dogs don't read newspapers. Dogs don't invest in the stock market.
I think this tells us all we need to know.
As long as I live, nobody will ever love me as much as my dogs do.
Dog is dead.
My karma ran over your dogma.
Which reminds me of what the Buddhist said to the hot dog vendor: "Make me one with everything!"
I think those brain-dead cretins who allow their dogs to use other people's yards as toilets should be spayed.
My dog loves me best first thing in the morning when I let him out for a pee. NO-ONE else around here even likes me in the morning.
Dogs are servile creatures who seem overjoyed to be slaves. And they don't bury their faeces.... cats are much better.
Dogs get their owners to bury their faeces; who is the servile one? Try to beat that...
It's the price the owners pay to be loved.
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
- Robert Louis Stevenson
Just had to share
Subject:
The difference between Dogs and CatsClassification: UNCLASSIFIED
Dog Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
CAT DIARY
Day 1,983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously mentally deficient
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Came back from walking my two a little while ago. They get me out doing healthy things I wouldn't otherwise do.
Two?
You're a bugger for punishment, aren't you?
I have two dogs, ages 12 and 11. Both large breed and rescues. They're greyhounds. Best little buzzards ever and not punishment at all. They have one objective in life: accumulate all the attention. And dinner. Dinner is not an objective, is a directive.
Jaku: As a cat person, let me express my appreciation for your hilarious (yet eerily accurate) prisoner's diary!
I have two dogs as well. Kali is 13 1/2, a Lab/setter cross and the sweetest, mellowest old girl around. Luna (Lu for short, or Slough-foot Lu when she's wet) is 2 years old, an English setter. She's a total character. Sings with the violin, swear to gawd she thinks she was Maria Callas in another life. She is obsessed with birds and stealing all the chew bones, which she hides between the couch cushions.
Virgil, the male, is a brindle and a dumb ass if ever there was one. I have to spend alot of the days that I'm home with him outside because he chases hornets and tries to eat them. It's kind of funny. The other one, Abbey, is just a huge suck. She waltzs around the house and rubs up against you like a 75 lb cat. We got them from two seperate places, but when we got them home and looked up their pedigrees we found out that they shared a grandfather and are cousins.
Hey PB, you ever go up to the off leash area at Harmony Heights???
I prefer cats as pets, and had a dog once, but grew to dislike keeping them as pets. The last pet was a goldfish who committed suicide by leaping out of the tank and onto a hot baseboard heater. Haven't been able to bring myself around to acquiring another pet ever since.
I have 3 cats, too. I don't do well with fish. The one before last got some horrible fungal disease and died miserably. This year my daughter's teacher had the kids raise goldfish in the classroom and then sent each kid's fish home in June - without asking the parents. Fortunately/unfortunately (it depends on who you ask) the fish died while we were on holidays in July.
Mine's a rescue greyhound, too.
Pictures! I want pictures!
That's not unusual, actually. There are only a relative handful of males used for breeding, so lots of greys are cousins.
My guy has over 9,000 half-brothers and -sisters! (He's probably related to your lot as well).
I'm currently inbetween pets. Basically, all the pets we've had on this farm have been country wanderers who stick around. Strays make amazing pets, in much the same way a well mannered pound dog - or greyhound - will adapt very well to a good home.
Dogs need space and exercise, the more the better. My dogs have all been off leash, 99% of the time, and I could communicate with them by nodding my head or staring. Getting a dog trained to that point pays a lot of dividends, and makes a dog much superior as a companion.
Lately we've had a run of stray cats, though. Anyone want an orange striped blue or green eyed kitten? And I have a really mean looking grey striped kitten hanging around my chicken pens. I feed him\her but it remains suspicious.
A greyhound would make for a high maintenance dog, I bet. A dude who used to reclaim race dogs used to bring a van full of the things down to our farm to run around (he didn't ask, either). Those mutts can fly, hola. They used to chase me when I went biking. I always forgot how big the god damn things are until there were eight of them chasing me.
I lean more shepard\terrior. Never been a fan of Labs.
I love shepards and huskies. But I would never own a dog in the city, so for the foreseeable future, I'm stuck with a cat, rabbit, fish, frogs, and a newt. The rabbit and newt are both more than 6 years old.
A six year old newt? That's got to be lifespan plus.
Thumbs up on dogs in the city. Bigger dogs are rarely a good idea in the city but I understand the urge.
I grew up with Labs - in the city, too. Ours were hunting dogs and we also trained them for field trials. I rarely needed a leash (although we usually used them) because they were so well trained to heel. They understood commands by voice and hand signal, which we've done to some degree with our current dogs - not as strict about it, that's all.
I don't like small dogs much. Kali is Lab-sized but lighter in the bone structure and Lu is quite a bit smaller. She's a Llewellyn type (field dog), which aren't as lanky or long-haired as the Laverack type, which are basically the show dogs. Anyway, Lu would be more medium-sized and I wouldn't go smaller but we run with her so she gets lots of exercise.
A friend of mine was dog-sitting a pair of greyhounds last spring. I was surprised by how laid-back they were - I expected them to be quite high-strung. Still, I will probably always go for a bird dog.