Cute dogs. I'd like to get an Alaskan malamute someday. I'd want to wait until I have a big yard though.
these girls have 30 acres to patrol, but time to spend with a dog is more important than the size of your yard
I know that but I-90 is just 10 feet from my front door and for some reason the rest of the yard just retains rain water and becomes real soft and swampy. Every other house in the area is fine, it's just this one for whatever reason. Besides I want a big yard to chase him around in and just play.
I have 4 cats (all domestic house cats): Dumbo Uncle Mike whom I did NOT name and sort of inherited from my sister. Ditto for Mouser. I have Platty McFatty (who lived up to his name until he was hit by a car) and Happy Cat who is misnamed cause she is the grumpiest looking cat (second only to the internet sensation in my avatar Grumpy Cat) ever seen on this planet. And then there's my baby Gizmo. Aka: G'MoMo I had a Great Pyrnees named BaBaToePay and I loved him but the neighbors and the town forced me to call the Great Pyrnees Rescue League because he was barking too much for a town. I got mad and said "nobody is going to tell me I can't have a dog when I own my own property! So I was looking in the paper in class one days and said outloud "Which is easier to train...a German Shepherd or a Golden Retriever" and I heard a voice from behind one of the computer screens say "Are you set on a large dog?" I walked over and said "Why...what do you have?". She said that they raise Pekingese. Well we had a Pekingese when I was a kid so I said "How much". She said "let me talk to my husband and I'll tell you tomorrow." I was expecting 3-5 hundred dollars which would be completely out of my price range. She came back the next day and said "Would $1 be too much?". She had told me that he was a purebred and had papers so I immediately assumed there was something wrong with him. She said "Oh no...he's in perfect health but he was in a litter of FIFTEEN and he's the last one left and my kids are getting attached to him." So I paid her the dollar and I got my little G'MoMo. The nice thing is that not only do I love him (and I was afraid I wouldn't love a small dog) but my daughter and my two grandsons love him so I can take him with me when I go to visit them in NJ.
Ok I do have pics of the cats: Mouser Platty on the left as you look at the pic and Dumbo on the right. I have no pics of Happy Cat. (why? 1. I thought I had plenty. 2. Laptop computer won't let me upload pics from my camera. I have got to get a desktop!)
My Great Pyrnees (BaBaToePay) would do that too. On the coldest day of a Buffalo NY winter...there he was sound asleep in the yard. Had the darnest time getting him to come into the house too. He LOVED the snow and cold. Nothing phased him. I've seen him stand tall and proud (on four feet) in the back yard with his face heading into a hail storm and the wind blowing something fierce. He was in absolute heaven! St. Bernards, Great Pyrnees they are bred for and used to the cold and snow. Of course you don't want them somewhere that they can't get warm but letting them stay outside for awhile in the cold and snow won't hurt them one bit. They're also like Siberian Huskys and Alaskan Malmutes...if the snow is deep enough, they'll dig a hole and let the snow cover them up completely. When you go out there...they'll be nice and warm. BUT I wouldn't recommend letting them do this very often if you have neighbors close by as they might not understand and might turn you in for animal cruelty.
Someone did. The AC officer showed up, took one look at the dog, and started laughing. Case is CLOSED!
Just got another cat. It wasn't planned. I went out for a long run, and this little black cat steps out and cries at me. Girl, maybe 6 months old, a half-sized cat. I pet her, she's friendly, I can feel all her ribs distinctly. Ruh-roh. I know the story. Dumped because she was no longer a cute kitten, and now starving. Okay, that settled it. I'm a sucker. What's one more? So I try to pick her up. Problem. She hateshateshates being picked up, and instantly goes on the attack. Kitty is unclear on the concept of being rescued. Fine, we'll have to walk. At kitten pace. After an hour, her following me and crying, we've gotten ... half a mile. We've reached where the path goes under the highway bridge. It's loud and scary, and she's not going any farther. Crap, what to do? If I leave her, I'll never find her again, and she'll be dead in a week. But I can't pick her up. Wait ... she's still little. Maybe she's got the scruff reflex, where a kitten goes limp when mamacat picks her up. So I grab her by the scruff ... success! Limp cat. For 10 seconds. Then the cat-brain finishes rebooting, and she reactivates and starts trying to shred me again. Oh, did I mention the car is a mile away at this point? Time to accept the pain. I grab kitty and take off running. It's night, near Halloween, and I'm sprinting along with a black cat held in front of me. Who is occasionally yowling and struggling, and I'm occasionally cursing back and shifting positions to reapply the Vulcan Scruff Pinch. I may have inspired some new urban legends. However, I did get her back to the car, and back home. With only this much damage. This is kitty. I call her Cecily. Just because. Photographing black cats is difficult with an autoexposure camera; you just get a black blob, unless you have a dark background. She's eating well now, and being a little pain to me and the big cats. That's fine. We'll all work on teaching her to behave. The big cats have already graciously provided her with a few attitude adjustment lessons. <smack>
We have a Cairn terrier <toto dog> wheaton color, hes 8 yrs old and we bought him off a breeder as a pup. ive had dogs all my adult life and this guy is truly best buddy. Im retired so ive had more time for this guy than any of my other dogs. Hes so tuned in to me and my wife. He seems to understand every word my wife says, I know that not the case but its fun to watch.
I've had four Airedale Terrier's I love the way they look and act. A rowdy handful as a puppy, matures into a dignified, self-assured, courageous adult, and at times can be cocky. This athletic dog romps and plays hard. Without vigorous exercise and lots of personal interaction, he is easily bored and may become destructive as he seeks to entertain himself. Young Airedale Terriers are especially rambunctious and can turn your garden into a moonscape of excavated moles and tulip bulbs. Mental stimulation (hunting, obedience, agility, playing games) is essential for this thinking breed. You can't just leave him alone all day or stick him outside and hope that he'll lie down quietly and be happy. An Airedale's attitude toward strangers varies from enthusiastically friendly to sensibly polite, but even the friendly ones tend to be vigilant watchdogs. Some individuals are more protective than others. With other dogs, most Airedale Terriers are bold and aggressive, and with their strong hunting instincts they must be exposed early to cats, else they may not be safe with cats. Rabbits and rodents are not a wise addition to the household. This breed is very smart, but also independent. Unless you establish yourself as the alpha (number one), he can be headstrong.
Me until retirement even as the moon walk, but their dogs I love! The Caucasian shepherd dog is a very serious dog, be careful.
