Every now and then I dwell on my past dogs. So then it got me to thinking that I don't know a lot of our forum members past dogs and that it would be neat to hear the stories about them. So post your past dog's stories!
Our first family dog that has any relevance to me was a GSD/Chow mix named Buster. He was probably what people describe as the perfect family dog, loyal, accepting, well behaved and tolerant. One of those dogs that just magically molded into what you expect him to be without a lot of influence. I used to practice "circus" dog training with him, making him perch on stumps and jump through hoops. He passed away when he was 9 due to a ruptured mass in his abdomen. I'll post a picture once I get one scanned in, he was before digital cameras!
We've had various other family dogs but none were really "mine". Scamper was an English Mastiff who after enduring hip surgery to fix his dysplastic hips ended up passing away at 4 years old due to untreated lyme disease. Shadow was a "free" puppy from the farm down the street, a GSD/Collie mix. She was a wonderful farm dog and would gather up the horses for my mom. Tripp is my dad's current dog, a who knows what mix that fills the shoes that Buster left.
When I turned 11, my parents got divorced. Their "I'm sorry" present to me was allowing me to get my dream puppy, a traditionally marked border collie named Buddie. I saved up all of my allowance in order to be able to afford him. He was my first introduction to clicker training and ended up learning countless tricks, some useful like turning off the lights and throwing away my trash others not so useful. He also introduced me to agility, we did a few trials here and there in the junior's divisions but lack of funds and willing parents limited our progression. I am still amazed to this day that we learned the sport of agility without a lesson or trainer involvement. Granted we had no contact behavior, and I had no clue the technical terms for anything, but we learned it and had fun! Buddie passed away when he was 10 from a heart condition that caused fluid to build around his heart. It was sudden and I will never forget our last days together.
More recently I had a harlequin Great Dane named Titan as some of you may remember from when I first joined the forum. I had to make the heart breaking decision to rehome him due to inter-household aggression that could no longer be managed between him and Classic. I absolutely do not regret this decision in any way and am thrilled to report that he is doing wonderfully in his new home. They spoil him rotten and he adores them. To be honest, he's probably thrilled that they let him be the couch potato that he wanted to be in my house. I trained him in agility but I could always tell his heart wasn't into it. I miss him still, and looking through his pictures to find one to post brought back too many memories.
We've had many, many fosters come and go as well, but they are for another thread at another time.
Our first family dog that has any relevance to me was a GSD/Chow mix named Buster. He was probably what people describe as the perfect family dog, loyal, accepting, well behaved and tolerant. One of those dogs that just magically molded into what you expect him to be without a lot of influence. I used to practice "circus" dog training with him, making him perch on stumps and jump through hoops. He passed away when he was 9 due to a ruptured mass in his abdomen. I'll post a picture once I get one scanned in, he was before digital cameras!
We've had various other family dogs but none were really "mine". Scamper was an English Mastiff who after enduring hip surgery to fix his dysplastic hips ended up passing away at 4 years old due to untreated lyme disease. Shadow was a "free" puppy from the farm down the street, a GSD/Collie mix. She was a wonderful farm dog and would gather up the horses for my mom. Tripp is my dad's current dog, a who knows what mix that fills the shoes that Buster left.
When I turned 11, my parents got divorced. Their "I'm sorry" present to me was allowing me to get my dream puppy, a traditionally marked border collie named Buddie. I saved up all of my allowance in order to be able to afford him. He was my first introduction to clicker training and ended up learning countless tricks, some useful like turning off the lights and throwing away my trash others not so useful. He also introduced me to agility, we did a few trials here and there in the junior's divisions but lack of funds and willing parents limited our progression. I am still amazed to this day that we learned the sport of agility without a lesson or trainer involvement. Granted we had no contact behavior, and I had no clue the technical terms for anything, but we learned it and had fun! Buddie passed away when he was 10 from a heart condition that caused fluid to build around his heart. It was sudden and I will never forget our last days together.
More recently I had a harlequin Great Dane named Titan as some of you may remember from when I first joined the forum. I had to make the heart breaking decision to rehome him due to inter-household aggression that could no longer be managed between him and Classic. I absolutely do not regret this decision in any way and am thrilled to report that he is doing wonderfully in his new home. They spoil him rotten and he adores them. To be honest, he's probably thrilled that they let him be the couch potato that he wanted to be in my house. I trained him in agility but I could always tell his heart wasn't into it. I miss him still, and looking through his pictures to find one to post brought back too many memories.
We've had many, many fosters come and go as well, but they are for another thread at another time.