I had a black tri named Mick. Loved to watch him run! He was far better at catching frisbees than I was at throwing them. Somehow, he knew if they'd break left, right, or go straight.
Man, I love that dog. Lived to 17. I cried in the shower (no one can see you cry in the shower) for months after he passed away. Finally decided that I wasn't the one who died, and I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself.
Then I adopted another dog, Van Gogh. He was picked up as a stray in Bloomington Indiana. Spent two weeks in their city pound. Whomever lost him never came to claim him. Was transported to Milwaukee Humane Society, where I adopted him.
We spent 6 months in obedience classes, because we both had such a good time with it.
Best. Dog. Ever. Seriously, I have a list of people who've volunteered they'd be willing to watch him. My worry isn't finding someone to watch him, it's finding someone who will return him.
Just over a week ago, I adopted a 6 month old puppy, whom I've named Ansel (as in Adams, because he's black and white). He's a hand full. He's learned a lot in the last week, but he has lots more to learn. Thus far, Van Gogh has been impressively tolerant. More tolerant than I've managed, actually.
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I had a black tri named Mick. Loved to watch him run! He was far better at catching frisbees than I was at throwing them. Somehow, he knew if they'd break left, right, or go straight.
Man, I love that dog. Lived to 17. I cried in the shower (no one can see you cry in the shower) for months after he passed away. Finally decided that I wasn't the one who died, and I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself.
Then I adopted another dog, Van Gogh. He was picked up as a stray in Bloomington Indiana. Spent two weeks in their city pound. Whomever lost him never came to claim him. Was transported to Milwaukee Humane Society, where I adopted him.
We spent 6 months in obedience classes, because we both had such a good time with it.
Best. Dog. Ever. Seriously, I have a list of people who've volunteered they'd be willing to watch him. My worry isn't finding someone to watch him, it's finding someone who will return him.
Just over a week ago, I adopted a 6 month old puppy, whom I've named Ansel (as in Adams, because he's black and white). He's a hand full. He's learned a lot in the last week, but he has lots more to learn. Thus far, Van Gogh has been impressively tolerant. More tolerant than I've managed, actually.
Always a treat - lifts my mood every time.
Sorry to hear about Mick. A good dog will eventually break your heart.
And even a bad dog will leave a few pleasant memories.
By "action" do you mean hot "69" doggie-porn action?
Sorry to hear about Mick.
Every day was a blessing, and he blessed me for 17 very good years.
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