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Jerzsubbie said:
Our older dog, a Lab-Doberman mix, is obsessed with our newborn son. If she lets him out of her sight, she is right there the second he makes a sound, very protective and has always been excellent with small children. So far this is about as close as she is allowed.
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My wife tells stories the of the dog she had when the girls (3) were in diapers. If the girls headed for the road the dog would grab them by the diaper and drag them back.

Now before all the bad mom comments, this was late 60's. Last kid was born in 72.

This newborn is part of the pack. This is the reason why she's so concerned.

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Grits said:
My wife tells stories the of the dog she had when the girls (3) were in diapers. If the girls headed for the road the dog would grab them by the diaper and drag them back.

Now before all the bad mom comments, this was late 60's. Last kid was born in 72.

This newborn is part of the pack. This is the reason why she's so concerned.

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That a good dog!

My mother used to tell of a Collie that would block me from getting near the road, and this was in the 50's. A half Lab/German Shepard we had when our daughter was little was her protector. He thought sledding down a steep street was dangerous and would grab her by the boot to try and stop her. She came back to the house, furious, missing a boot and threw the dog in so she could sled when she was about 6.
 
It seems my wife has decided we're adopting the cottontails that hop through the yard in the evening. And even giving them the bunny treats we have left over from our former pet dwarf bunny that died before the move down here.
I'm not posting pictures because if you've seen one you've seen them all.

Not sure how to break it to her that if they get into the garden I plan on planting soon, they're all going to disappear.
 
DrScaryGuy said:
It seems my wife has decided we're adopting the cottontails that hop through the yard in the evening. And even giving them the bunny treats we have left over from our former pet dwarf bunny that died before the move down here.
I'm not posting pictures because if you've seen one you've seen them all.

Not sure how to break it to her that if they get into the garden I plan on planting soon, they're all going to disappear.
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Hasenpfeffer is pretty good.
Just sayin :rolleyes:
 
Sorry for a bit of long wind here...

We lost our little Brewski last week, after a gnarly battle with soft tissue sarcoma. Dogs might only be animals to some, but everyone who ever meet B knew he had more personality than many people out there. Despite the grief, it makes me smile at the fact we were never quite sure if he thought we were dogs or that he was a human. After all this time, I still don't think I can definitively answer that question.

We said "goodbye" to our pup back in October, as cancer crept into his mouth and started working its way down his throat. Somehow, palliative radiation meant to give us a few more days actually gave way to a somewhat unprecedented recovery - something that astonished even our vet. It wasn't a cure, but it wasn't the end. Brewski became a poster child at the practice for stubborn old dogs not quite ready to bury their bones. And he gave us three more terribly happy months. Doing some quick dog math, that's about two whole years ... every human second of which was a blessing and a bonus.

Brewski went out of this world just as he entered my wife's, and later mine - happy, curious, goofy, and forever loyal to his two favorite people. He laid down between the two of us, belly full with salmon, steak, venison, chocolate, bacon, rotisserie chicken (his all-time and paws-down favorite food) ... and yes, a bit of beer, too. He wasn't scared. He wasn't sad. He wasn't in pain. He was simply ready to take a good long snooze with dog mom and dog dad. It was always his favorite thing to do.

Do me a favor and kiss those pooches of yours, and remind them every day they are good dogs. We miss our little guy more than long, drawn out words could ever capture. But our pain is lessened knowing the only thing Brewski ever knew was love. So much love. Because he was such a good dog.

RIP, Bubba.

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IUHoosier429 said:
Sorry for a bit of long wind here...

We lost our little Brewski last week, after a gnarly battle with soft tissue sarcoma. Dogs might only be animals to some, but everyone who ever meet B knew he had more personality than many people out there. Despite the grief, it makes me smile at the fact we were never quite sure if he thought we were dogs or that he was a human. After all this time, I still don't think I can definitively answer that question.

We said "goodbye" to our pup back in October, as cancer crept into his mouth and started working its way down his throat. Somehow, palliative radiation meant to give us a few more days actually gave way to a somewhat unprecedented recovery - something that astonished even our vet. It wasn't a cure, but it wasn't the end. Brewski became a poster child at the practice for stubborn old dogs not quite ready to bury their bones. And he gave us three more terribly happy months. Doing some quick dog math, that's about two whole years ... every human second of which was a blessing and a bonus.

Brewski went out of this world just as he entered my wife's, and later mine - happy, curious, goofy, and forever loyal to his two favorite people. He laid down between the two of us, belly full with salmon, steak, venison, chocolate, bacon, rotisserie chicken (his all-time and paws-down favorite food) ... and yes, a bit of beer, too. He wasn't scared. He wasn't sad. He wasn't in pain. He was simply ready to take a good long snooze with dog mom and dog dad. It was always his favorite thing to do.

Do me a favor and kiss those pooches of yours, and remind them every day they are good dogs. We miss our little guy more than long, drawn out words could ever capture. But our pain is lessened knowing the only thing Brewski ever knew was love. So much love. Because he was such a good dog.

RIP, Bubba.

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Sounds like he was a great dog. Sorry for your loss, but happy for the time you had with him.
 
Dog loses her mind in the snow. Looks like she is flying in this picture. I don't think she even knew it had snowed when I got home. She turned the corner on the porch and looked back at me like "For Me?" then lost her grip making laps.
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