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NoVetec said:
Nice hounds essex.
I love Yank bulldogs, is that a Rottie cross or a tall whole one?
We're not sure what he is, we rescued him after I found him roaming the street one cold november morning. I was just getting into my van at about 6am, it was really misty cold morning and he came over to me whimpering I love Yank bulldogs, is that a Rottie cross or a tall whole one?
Now he's full of himself and as bold as brass 
Baylea is a Victorian Bulldogge, well I'm 100% sure her mum (Lola) is and 75% sure her dad (Bully) is too, she's the most precious animal you could meet and she's completely sure that she is actually a human and not a dog.
essexplumber said:
Ah I love dogs. Did she have a good innings?
Almost thirteen and a half years. Staffy cross French bull, looked like a cross between a potbelly pig and a bat! I love dogs. Did she have a good innings?Out lived one of her offspring, three of them went to friends that we met with often.
Would be at work during the week, then with the local youth athletic or football teams that my sons were involved with at almost every event, game or training session and became the club mascot wherever she went.
It was so hard taking a dog with all its mental faculties still in perfect working order, whilst the RWD and exhaust was doing what the f
k it wanted, on that last journey to the vet, but I realised one morning after about a week of carrying a dog around everywhere she needed to be, that it had to be.I’ve looked at a few replacements but it’s never been right. I’ve decided the right dog will find me.
I feel like I’ve just been to one of those meeting where you take your turn to stand up and ‘get it off your chest’
pc.iow said:
I feel like I’ve just been to one of those meeting where you take your turn to stand up and ‘get it off your chest’
Hats off to you matey for being brave enough to make the final decision. Too many people let their beloved pets suffer for far too long. Love blinds them to the suffering of their poor dog. When it was time for my first Samoyed to take the final journey I knew she knew it too. She had gone from being a bouncy, adorable strong loving dog to being a weak, shadow, who could not lift herself to stand and could not control her bowels and bladder. I could see and hear the distress this brought her. I did not want to accept it, but equally I could not let it continue.
I held her as the vet injected her and she licked my hand. Then she sighed and she was gone. I cried like a baby. In fact I think the cleaner missed my office over the weekend. Bloody dust.
pc.iow said:
essexplumber said:
Ah I love dogs. Did she have a good innings?
Almost thirteen and a half years. Staffy cross French bull, looked like a cross between a potbelly pig and a bat! I love dogs. Did she have a good innings?Out lived one of her offspring, three of them went to friends that we met with often.
Would be at work during the week, then with the local youth athletic or football teams that my sons were involved with at almost every event, game or training session and became the club mascot wherever she went.
It was so hard taking a dog with all its mental faculties still in perfect working order, whilst the RWD and exhaust was doing what the f
k it wanted, on that last journey to the vet, but I realised one morning after about a week of carrying a dog around everywhere she needed to be, that it had to be.I’ve looked at a few replacements but it’s never been right. I’ve decided the right dog will find me.
I feel like I’ve just been to one of those meeting where you take your turn to stand up and ‘get it off your chest’
I hope the right dog finds you, is sounds like it will have the perfect loving home.
andymadmak said:
Hats off to you matey for being brave enough to make the final decision. Too many people let their beloved pets suffer for far too long. Love blinds them to the suffering of their poor dog.
When it was time for my first Samoyed to take the final journey I knew she knew it too. She had gone from being a bouncy, adorable strong loving dog to being a weak, shadow, who could not lift herself to stand and could not control her bowels and bladder. I could see and hear the distress this brought her. I did not want to accept it, but equally I could not let it continue.
I held her as the vet injected her and she licked my hand. Then she sighed and she was gone. I cried like a baby. In fact I think the cleaner missed my office over the weekend. Bloody dust.
Fair play to ya mate. Its amazing how a smelly scruffy expensive ball of hair can make grown men cry. There really is something special about the bond between us and dogs, no other animal could touch our hearts in the way that a mutt can.When it was time for my first Samoyed to take the final journey I knew she knew it too. She had gone from being a bouncy, adorable strong loving dog to being a weak, shadow, who could not lift herself to stand and could not control her bowels and bladder. I could see and hear the distress this brought her. I did not want to accept it, but equally I could not let it continue.
I held her as the vet injected her and she licked my hand. Then she sighed and she was gone. I cried like a baby. In fact I think the cleaner missed my office over the weekend. Bloody dust.
You are right about not letting tham suffer, my in-laws have two Rotties and the eldest (Alice) is on her last legs but the MIL cannot bring herself to do it. She can still get into the garden to toilet and can still eat/drink (the dog not the MIL
) so she still has some quality of life I suppose, still can't be an easy decision to make.
Well the Zigg Meister is growing at a ferocious rate and learning the rudiments of good behaviour (walks to heel kind off, sits and lies down) on command. He is also a real character and is at 12 weeks bigger than a cocker!
Apologies for the poor quality pic btw.
Looking forward to HPR training in the spring
Apologies for the poor quality pic btw.
Looking forward to HPR training in the spring
Went back exploring again yesterday.
Alfie wanted to play fetch to start with with a ball he found in the road.
Then found a pipe that must have smelt superb to him as his tail went mad with wagging.
And how he is as I type. Snoring and farting away like a champ. How can a ball of fur wind it's way so deeply into you're heart, 5 months he's been with me now and I can't imagine life without him.
Alfie wanted to play fetch to start with with a ball he found in the road.
Then found a pipe that must have smelt superb to him as his tail went mad with wagging.
And how he is as I type. Snoring and farting away like a champ. How can a ball of fur wind it's way so deeply into you're heart, 5 months he's been with me now and I can't imagine life without him.
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