Past dogs?
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And my sweet boy Ronin, lost him to heart disease (not DCM) at age 8. Again, too young to lose a best friend... but Dobermans truly are a heartbreak breed in this sense. Ronin started my trend of "getting the dog that needs you, not the dog you need" - his previous home really screwed him up. Hmmm, sound familiar? *pointedly looks at Jayne*
Ronin was my buddy, never an easy dog but he put 200% into everything. He was one of a kind, I still miss him terribly. Took an even bigger chunk of my heart with him than Ilsa did.
The day before he died.
Ronin was my buddy, never an easy dog but he put 200% into everything. He was one of a kind, I still miss him terribly. Took an even bigger chunk of my heart with him than Ilsa did.
The day before he died.
My 1st dog was my gsd mix Shelby, my parents adopted her for me when i was around 9 she was 3-5 yrs oldand I lost her right before I turned 20 
She was the best dog ever, just an amazing girl! Sadly I don't have any photos of her on the computer, would have to upload one.
And a couple of years ago we lost our double merle girl Sapphira, due to neurological issues. It was so hard to lose her so young, she was something else, you would have never thought that she was deaf and partially blind!
She was the best dog ever, just an amazing girl! Sadly I don't have any photos of her on the computer, would have to upload one.And a couple of years ago we lost our double merle girl Sapphira, due to neurological issues. It was so hard to lose her so young, she was something else, you would have never thought that she was deaf and partially blind!
Past dogs..
My childhood dog was this girl, Missy. She had severe separation anxiety to the point of shattering windows to get outside. She was sent to 'a farm' when I was young..maybe like 8. I wish my mom had known a bit more about dog training..
Baxter the husky mix, I did a lot of trick training with him. He was hit by a car when he got out of the gate.
Sammy..my big ole guy, we adopted him from a shelter and he lived until he was 9 when his spleen ruptured.
Sigh..Finn...I love love loved this dog, he was totally wonderful with me. Not very wonderful with anyone else, and after he bit my trainer I put him to sleep.
My childhood dog was this girl, Missy. She had severe separation anxiety to the point of shattering windows to get outside. She was sent to 'a farm' when I was young..maybe like 8. I wish my mom had known a bit more about dog training..
Baxter the husky mix, I did a lot of trick training with him. He was hit by a car when he got out of the gate.
Sammy..my big ole guy, we adopted him from a shelter and he lived until he was 9 when his spleen ruptured.
Sigh..Finn...I love love loved this dog, he was totally wonderful with me. Not very wonderful with anyone else, and after he bit my trainer I put him to sleep.
And uh..most of the fosters. I've had a lot of frikkin dogs come through when you lay them out!
Maggie the walker hound x and Lady the sheltie x, came from a hoarding situation, fostered through rescue.
Dodge...I don't rehome to friends anymore, because of him.
Unnamed and Max
Bo the Dobie, came from a bad situation and went to dobe rescue.
Gunner and Maggie
Jack, fostered and rehomed from my boss as he was chasing cars.
Chase
My most recent...Honey the pug mix I got off of someone that was going to PTS. Before/a little while after, and then she finally got into pug rescue.
Maggie the walker hound x and Lady the sheltie x, came from a hoarding situation, fostered through rescue.
Dodge...I don't rehome to friends anymore, because of him.
Unnamed and Max
Bo the Dobie, came from a bad situation and went to dobe rescue.
Gunner and Maggie
Jack, fostered and rehomed from my boss as he was chasing cars.
Chase
My most recent...Honey the pug mix I got off of someone that was going to PTS. Before/a little while after, and then she finally got into pug rescue.
I don't have pics of my first dog available, he was a Dachshund, and honestly, a pretty nasty dog, at least to adults. He had a lot of health problems and had to be put down at age 8 due to kidney failure. My next dog was Farfel, a huge(for a Beagle)guy who was the first dog I picked out. The runt of a litter sold to a pet store when the breeder was incorrectly diagnosed with a terminal illness, he ended up being the largest offspring of his parents, both well regarded field champs. He met his sire who he was a larger twin of when he was about 8. I've never seen a Beagle as big as he was, about 40 pounds, hard as a rock, and with amazing lungpower. He was infamous in the neighborhood for his howling, and his many fights with "Robbie", a Lab/Poodle mix. They really hated each other. Farfel honestly LOVED to fight in general, and was called by one vet, "The scrapper". Male, female, he didn't care, he was either your friend, or your enemy. People or dogs, it was the same. There was no in between. He was an excellent judge of character, if he didn't like someone, there was always a reason. He hated being hugged/kissed or restrained in any way, but he loved to play. He would patrol the house all night, about once an hour, checking for whatever it was he was checking for. This pic is him about a year old. He pulled the TV off the desk soon after the pic was taken and it was trashed.
After he collapsed and died, I bought my yellow Lab, Joe. Here he is pictured with Gus, my Pit mix and the black dog is Blackie, farfel's daughter. Sadly, we had to put Joe down soon after this pic was taken at the age of 12:
Blackie went a year later, and Gus lived a long happy life, until he developed cancer at 14.5 years. Then came the evil genius, King, and sister, Molly. They are now 13.75 years old, and Molly seems to be fading pretty fast:
King and Molly. One of the few times Molly has ever been on top:
After he collapsed and died, I bought my yellow Lab, Joe. Here he is pictured with Gus, my Pit mix and the black dog is Blackie, farfel's daughter. Sadly, we had to put Joe down soon after this pic was taken at the age of 12:
Blackie went a year later, and Gus lived a long happy life, until he developed cancer at 14.5 years. Then came the evil genius, King, and sister, Molly. They are now 13.75 years old, and Molly seems to be fading pretty fast:
King and Molly. One of the few times Molly has ever been on top:
Don't have a photo of her or a good enough scanner attached to my laptop.
Ena, our Shiba Inu. I was 8 and my brother was 5 and it was the time in every kid's life when they eventually ask their parents for a puppy. At the time mom said absolutely NO big dogs. So typical Labs/Goldens were out of the question - we looked at Yorkies, Poodles etc - and eventually narrowed it down to either a Shiba Inu (my choice) or a Norwich Terrier (my brother's choice). Things turned out in my favor - due to our parents liking how clean and quiet Shibas were.
She was indeed really quiet, extremely cat-like. And we could never really get her to do much - wasn't very motivated by anything. She would sit and snuggle but wasn't very doggish. Could never be off leash - she would take off after something and disappear if left to her own devices - she wouldn't stick with us like some other dogs can/do. Snapped a birds neck in the driveway once, caught a racoons, a couple of squirrels...I was the one that thought it was sort of cool - my brother cried when she killed a something or other in front of him in the yard once.
She lived to 12 and is buried in the backyard under a Japanese maple we planted for her. RIP Ena. You were a great little dog/fox.
Would I own another Shiba? No. It would be a reminder of her and how unique she was and dredge up old memories, and also - breed wise, they aren't quite right for me at the moment... I'd like something larger with a different kinda drive.
Ena, our Shiba Inu. I was 8 and my brother was 5 and it was the time in every kid's life when they eventually ask their parents for a puppy. At the time mom said absolutely NO big dogs. So typical Labs/Goldens were out of the question - we looked at Yorkies, Poodles etc - and eventually narrowed it down to either a Shiba Inu (my choice) or a Norwich Terrier (my brother's choice). Things turned out in my favor - due to our parents liking how clean and quiet Shibas were.
She was indeed really quiet, extremely cat-like. And we could never really get her to do much - wasn't very motivated by anything. She would sit and snuggle but wasn't very doggish. Could never be off leash - she would take off after something and disappear if left to her own devices - she wouldn't stick with us like some other dogs can/do. Snapped a birds neck in the driveway once, caught a racoons, a couple of squirrels...I was the one that thought it was sort of cool - my brother cried when she killed a something or other in front of him in the yard once.
She lived to 12 and is buried in the backyard under a Japanese maple we planted for her. RIP Ena. You were a great little dog/fox.
Would I own another Shiba? No. It would be a reminder of her and how unique she was and dredge up old memories, and also - breed wise, they aren't quite right for me at the moment... I'd like something larger with a different kinda drive.
My crazy GSD Jora who passed away at 13 about a year and a half ago. Smartest dog I have ever worked with, so devoted, so intense and such an all around good GSD. She knew tons of tricks which she performed with great enthusiasm. Actually, she performed everything with great enthusiasm. Agility was by far her favorite. I used to think it was a shame that she never reached her full potential as an agility dog but I doubt that mattered to her. All that mattered to her was playing the game...running fast and being crazy.
Running agility at 10 years old...
Lexi who was more of a family dog than "my" dog and was Jora's lifelong rival. Lexi was a sweet, goofy dog who was like a criminal mastermind when it came to figuring out how to open stuff in the kitchen to get to food. She once ate a good deal of dry flour. Very comical, happy dog not really a typical GSD LOL. She 14 in these pictures:
Doogie was with use for just a short time. He came to me as a quirky 8 month old needing training and never left. He was Lexi's half brother and a big dorky boy dog. Very attached to me, very willing worker but not near as smart as the girl GSDs who often tricked him out of food, bones or toys they wanted. He was a conformation dog but liked playing around in agility and was a nice obedience dog. Unfortunately he died before he turned three due to uncontrollable siezures. Way too young to lose a dog
Bully my first dog that I got when I was 11. The first dog I trained, competed with...the dog who started it all. He came from the local pound at around 8 weeks old and had some pretty bad behavioral problems - extremely fearful and reactive in the wrong situation. Not at all a dog anyone would give to a kid to train or use in 4H but luckily, I didn't know enough to know how bad his issues really were I took him every week to 4H classes and our first 2 years, we failed county judging because he would not stand for exam with a stranger. I kept taking him though and by time he was 3 years old, he had become a pretty normal dog. I trained him through Graduate Novice in obedience and he was my first agility dog but was maybe best known for his tricks, especially counting.
As an old dog
more to come...
Running agility at 10 years old...
Lexi who was more of a family dog than "my" dog and was Jora's lifelong rival. Lexi was a sweet, goofy dog who was like a criminal mastermind when it came to figuring out how to open stuff in the kitchen to get to food. She once ate a good deal of dry flour. Very comical, happy dog not really a typical GSD LOL. She 14 in these pictures:
Doogie was with use for just a short time. He came to me as a quirky 8 month old needing training and never left. He was Lexi's half brother and a big dorky boy dog. Very attached to me, very willing worker but not near as smart as the girl GSDs who often tricked him out of food, bones or toys they wanted. He was a conformation dog but liked playing around in agility and was a nice obedience dog. Unfortunately he died before he turned three due to uncontrollable siezures. Way too young to lose a dog
Bully my first dog that I got when I was 11. The first dog I trained, competed with...the dog who started it all. He came from the local pound at around 8 weeks old and had some pretty bad behavioral problems - extremely fearful and reactive in the wrong situation. Not at all a dog anyone would give to a kid to train or use in 4H but luckily, I didn't know enough to know how bad his issues really were
I took him every week to 4H classes and our first 2 years, we failed county judging because he would not stand for exam with a stranger. I kept taking him though and by time he was 3 years old, he had become a pretty normal dog. I trained him through Graduate Novice in obedience and he was my first agility dog but was maybe best known for his tricks, especially counting.
As an old dog
more to come...
Our very first dog was Blackie. We had just moved out to the country and dad was gone the better part of most days at work and mom wanted to have a watch dog. Dad adores GSDs, so they were looking at some breeders selling trained adults, but then one of Dad's coworkers said, "Well, I found this Lab a few weeks ago and can't find its owners. My greyhounds hate it so...do you want it?" We went to meet him to see how he did with us kids and then we brought him home - a six month, untrained, intact, black Lab pup. Worst decision ever considering my mom had infant twins and no time to train or exercise a dog, but the best decision ever because he was the best dog anyone could ever ask for. He passed away in March two years ago and I still miss him. He was my perfect dog.
Loupie was never really our dog. When our neighbors built out next to us, they brought along their two Malamutes. One passed away about a year later due to heat stroke, but Loupie decided we were her new family. She lived over at our house and would only go home at some point in the evenings to eat - then she came right back to us. Some days when she couldn't make it home due to too deep of snow or bad weather we just fed her and kept her in our garage. She was a good girl. Extremely dog aggressive, but such a sweet heart towards all people. She was our constant playmate growing up. She passed away a few years ago.
Loupie:
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Brownie was a stray that was dumped off at our house. I begged Mom and Dad to keep her, so we did. Unknowing to us, she was in heat at the time and Blackie had yet to be altered...so ten puppies were the result, one of which was Rose. Brownie got hit by a passing car when the pups were about four weeks old and passed away.
Brownie:
Sadie was also not technically our dog. During high school I applied to be a puppy raiser with Leader Dogs for the Blind. They accepted my application and a year later my mom and I drove to Michigan to pick up our puppy - a little black lab girl named Sadie. She was right up there with Blackie in "the perfect dog" category and cemented my love for Labradors. We had her for a year and then returned her to the organization. She passed her initial testing with flying colors and is now a working Guide Dog. I miss her to this day, although I'm proud of the work she is doing.:
Loupie was never really our dog. When our neighbors built out next to us, they brought along their two Malamutes. One passed away about a year later due to heat stroke, but Loupie decided we were her new family. She lived over at our house and would only go home at some point in the evenings to eat - then she came right back to us. Some days when she couldn't make it home due to too deep of snow or bad weather we just fed her and kept her in our garage. She was a good girl. Extremely dog aggressive, but such a sweet heart towards all people. She was our constant playmate growing up. She passed away a few years ago.
Loupie:
Brownie was a stray that was dumped off at our house. I begged Mom and Dad to keep her, so we did. Unknowing to us, she was in heat at the time and Blackie had yet to be altered...so ten puppies were the result, one of which was Rose. Brownie got hit by a passing car when the pups were about four weeks old and passed away.
Brownie:
Sadie was also not technically our dog. During high school I applied to be a puppy raiser with Leader Dogs for the Blind. They accepted my application and a year later my mom and I drove to Michigan to pick up our puppy - a little black lab girl named Sadie. She was right up there with Blackie in "the perfect dog" category and cemented my love for Labradors. We had her for a year and then returned her to the organization. She passed her initial testing with flying colors and is now a working Guide Dog. I miss her to this day, although I'm proud of the work she is doing.:
I've also had a few fosters in the past.
Dexter, a Pit mix pup who was thrown out of a car into our parking lot at work:
Bella, a Pug/Boston mix that I helped Kentukiana Pug Rescue transport:
Levi, a Basset Hound I found - I really wish we could have kept him, but Blackie hated him. He went to Guardian Angels Basset Rescue and the people who transported him to IL decided to just adopt him, he was that good of a boy:
Armani, a Basset/Lab mix I short term fostered for Love of Labs - he came from a high kill shelter in OH:
And most recently, Kiba. He was boarded at my work and his owners never came back for him. Instead of taking him to the shelter, he came home with me. I really wish I had been able to keep him. He was SUCH a good boy. Alas, timing was all wrong. But he's being super spoiled now with his new families and they send me updates. Considering he was a young, intact Pit Bull from Gary, IN I'd say he's a very lucky boy:
Dexter, a Pit mix pup who was thrown out of a car into our parking lot at work:
Bella, a Pug/Boston mix that I helped Kentukiana Pug Rescue transport:
Levi, a Basset Hound I found - I really wish we could have kept him, but Blackie hated him. He went to Guardian Angels Basset Rescue and the people who transported him to IL decided to just adopt him, he was that good of a boy:
Armani, a Basset/Lab mix I short term fostered for Love of Labs - he came from a high kill shelter in OH:
And most recently, Kiba. He was boarded at my work and his owners never came back for him. Instead of taking him to the shelter, he came home with me. I really wish I had been able to keep him. He was SUCH a good boy. Alas, timing was all wrong. But he's being super spoiled now with his new families and they send me updates. Considering he was a young, intact Pit Bull from Gary, IN I'd say he's a very lucky boy:
My one and only other dog was Fozzy.
My parents were never huge pet people. We had a budgie once, and a rabbit once, and that was it. One day my brother, age 21-ish, decided to just... bring this dog home, because he was on the killing floor at the shelter. He was a year old.
My brother moved out a year later, and my mom said "I sure hope you don't plan on taking the dog."
Best guess is a border collie something. Maybe some GSD, maybe some chow - he was about 60lbs. I grew up with him - walked him everywhere, I'd come home from school and he's be out front waiting for me. He was a fun dog, but a rather mellow dog for most of his life.
When my mom died and Fozzy was thirteen, I had to move out into a small townhome and finish school, so my brother took him back out west with him. We thought it was fitting - he was Ian's dog first, and he always adored Ian.
He lasted a month out west before finding out he had cancer all around his hind end. Ian held him while he passed peacefully.
He was a great dog. I still miss him. Finnegan reminds me of him in many ways.
These photos are all within his last year.
My parents were never huge pet people. We had a budgie once, and a rabbit once, and that was it. One day my brother, age 21-ish, decided to just... bring this dog home, because he was on the killing floor at the shelter. He was a year old.
My brother moved out a year later, and my mom said "I sure hope you don't plan on taking the dog."
Best guess is a border collie something. Maybe some GSD, maybe some chow - he was about 60lbs. I grew up with him - walked him everywhere, I'd come home from school and he's be out front waiting for me. He was a fun dog, but a rather mellow dog for most of his life.
When my mom died and Fozzy was thirteen, I had to move out into a small townhome and finish school, so my brother took him back out west with him. We thought it was fitting - he was Ian's dog first, and he always adored Ian.
He lasted a month out west before finding out he had cancer all around his hind end. Ian held him while he passed peacefully.
He was a great dog. I still miss him. Finnegan reminds me of him in many ways.
These photos are all within his last year.
I have had childhood dogs that I don't have pictures to. :c
But the one I do is Nour. I got him at 7 weeks of age, from a byb (ik, ik, terrible) and he is a German Shepherd x Alaskan Malamute. He was my baby. I got him November 11, 2011. Sadly, my father decided he didn't want Nour anymore (even though Nour was /my/ dog, /my/ friend, and a dog /I/ devoted my time to.) and gave him to a shelter at 8 months. On May 29th 2012. He lied to me. He told me that he ran away. But that was only until June 22, 2012, when I found out the truth. I called a shelter that had a picture of them on their site, and they told me he was an owner surrender, by my dad. I was mad, sad, and. ugh. Heartbreak. I have not forgiven my father for the lies he fed me, and all the things he did. I will never forgive or forget.
2nd day home
he loved sticks
him next to crystal ~3 months old
~5 months old
~ 6 months old, passed out after a long walk
MORE...
But the one I do is Nour. I got him at 7 weeks of age, from a byb (ik, ik, terrible) and he is a German Shepherd x Alaskan Malamute. He was my baby. I got him November 11, 2011. Sadly, my father decided he didn't want Nour anymore (even though Nour was /my/ dog, /my/ friend, and a dog /I/ devoted my time to.) and gave him to a shelter at 8 months. On May 29th 2012. He lied to me. He told me that he ran away. But that was only until June 22, 2012, when I found out the truth. I called a shelter that had a picture of them on their site, and they told me he was an owner surrender, by my dad. I was mad, sad, and. ugh. Heartbreak. I have not forgiven my father for the lies he fed me, and all the things he did. I will never forgive or forget.
2nd day home
he loved sticks
him next to crystal ~3 months old
~5 months old
~ 6 months old, passed out after a long walk
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~7 months old, and yes, he regularly slept like that!
~7 months old
~8 months old
8 months old, right before my dad took him away (without informing me.
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Last picture I will ever get of him. This is him at the shelter. What breaks my heart is that I never got to say good-bye. I wasn't even told. I was back stabbed and lied to, and it killed me.
Galiger:
He was my first family dog that I remember.
Groucho:
He was our first GSP, he was from a family friends litter and the best and worst introduction to the breed. He was such an easy dog, such a breeze. He was extremely tolerant of us kids, the cats, and our busy lifestyle. He was happy to go-go-go or just chill for days on end. He was my brothers best friend and every night would push him out of the bed. We went on vacation without him one time, which was rare for us, and we returned to find he'd contracted meningitis, my parents spent several thousands of dollars to bring down a specialist for him and we still had to let him go. It was devastating for everyone but I think it hit my father and my brother the most.
Zeppo:
Zeppo was our next attempt at a Groucho. However, he was very much a GSP and he couldn't handle a lot of our lifestyle. For a long time he was a part-timer in our family, he would spend weekends and then weeks with friends hunting and eventually he just stayed with them full time. He was happier that way, he died around 14 and hunted up to the end on a near constant basis.
Harpo:
As if Zeppo wasn't too much we brought in Harpo. He was a fluke from a hunting line and guaranteed to be "like Groucho". Well, we was simplier, calmer, in some ways for a while at least but unfortunately he died young so we never knew for sure if he would work out.
Molly:
She was one of the first foster dogs that I brought home. My parents fostered for years before I was old enough but Molly was one of my first choices.
And Hannah & Tucker, the first "my" dogs:
Hannah(rat terrier), my heart dog, and Tucker(wheaten), the ever lasting pain in the butt.
He was my first family dog that I remember.
Groucho:
He was our first GSP, he was from a family friends litter and the best and worst introduction to the breed. He was such an easy dog, such a breeze. He was extremely tolerant of us kids, the cats, and our busy lifestyle. He was happy to go-go-go or just chill for days on end. He was my brothers best friend and every night would push him out of the bed. We went on vacation without him one time, which was rare for us, and we returned to find he'd contracted meningitis, my parents spent several thousands of dollars to bring down a specialist for him and we still had to let him go. It was devastating for everyone but I think it hit my father and my brother the most.
Zeppo:
Zeppo was our next attempt at a Groucho. However, he was very much a GSP and he couldn't handle a lot of our lifestyle. For a long time he was a part-timer in our family, he would spend weekends and then weeks with friends hunting and eventually he just stayed with them full time. He was happier that way, he died around 14 and hunted up to the end on a near constant basis.
Harpo:
As if Zeppo wasn't too much we brought in Harpo. He was a fluke from a hunting line and guaranteed to be "like Groucho". Well, we was simplier, calmer, in some ways for a while at least but unfortunately he died young so we never knew for sure if he would work out.
Molly:
She was one of the first foster dogs that I brought home. My parents fostered for years before I was old enough but Molly was one of my first choices.
And Hannah & Tucker, the first "my" dogs:
Hannah(rat terrier), my heart dog, and Tucker(wheaten), the ever lasting pain in the butt.
I've searched and searched, but can't find the pics. Penny was the dog I grew up with. I am not sure where she came from, but I suspect she was a farm dog. She was a stringy border collie and crazy She used to jump over the 6ft fence we had....
I grew up with her though, and she was my best friend. She was a cow bag, barked at people on bikes and even chased one and knocked them off once (I was mortified). She hated my sister when she was born, and was a typical herding breed, would bounce around her in circles and would nip her. She was pretty obedient, but my parents didn't really have the time or skills to train her with this. Once she nipped too hard, and my mum wanted to rehome her... but no one would take an 'aggressive' dog, and said she'd be PTS. My mum couldn't do it, so she stayed (thank god).
She got arthritic, blind and practically deaf.... she died when I was away at uni in about 2003 or something...
They never got another dog, and I got Bodhi in 2005.
She used to jump over the 6ft fence we had....I grew up with her though, and she was my best friend. She was a cow bag, barked at people on bikes and even chased one and knocked them off once (I was mortified). She hated my sister when she was born, and was a typical herding breed, would bounce around her in circles and would nip her. She was pretty obedient, but my parents didn't really have the time or skills to train her with this. Once she nipped too hard, and my mum wanted to rehome her... but no one would take an 'aggressive' dog, and said she'd be PTS. My mum couldn't do it, so she stayed (thank god).
She got arthritic, blind and practically deaf.... she died when I was away at uni
in about 2003 or something... They never got another dog, and I got Bodhi in 2005.
