~:~:~:The Doggie Thread!!:~:~:~

loolooloo

imalive wrote:

a friend of ours told me gracie reminded her of a sesame street character....a sesame street character I was previously unaware of:

You hadn't heard of Barkley?? He's the bombdoggy. Although I'm not sure if he makes appearances on today's Sesame Street....hmmm... He used to be in the opening credits and everything

PJ_ROCKS

puppy power...


pictures are needed...

Wobbie

PJ_ROCKS wrote:

puppy power...


pictures are needed...

agreed.

SEN needs to get back to her thread and pump it up

Enkidu

What? Haven't checked out the "Hot Valley Writers" Special Dog Issue? Well, here's a cookie anyway. Now, go take a look.

http://www.hotvalleywriters.com/Hot_Val ... tents.html

(And Happy Thanksgiving everybody.)

norm

Wobbie

norm wrote:

thanks :thumbup:

norm

imalive wrote:

norm wrote:

thanks :thumbup:

that dog has a shitty life, i tell ya :roll:

Wobbie

norm wrote:

that dog has a shitty life, i tell ya :roll:

last night I had to share my pillow with gracie. :roll:

Enkidu

norm wrote:

Norm is so shiny in the sun.

PJ_ROCKS

norm wrote:

right on Norm


laying in the sun

pandora

as always thankful for all the doggies in the world

pandora

Happy Turkey Day to all the doggies

norm

fiona apple has cancelled her tour...here's why

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet.
I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here's the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she's been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now.I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then ,an adult offi
cially - and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight ,or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We've lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it's always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison's Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago.
She's my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.
I can't come to South America. Not now.
When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can't leave her now, please understand.
If I go away again, I’m afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us.
I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship.
I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend.
And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time.
I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel.
And I am asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.
Love, Fiona
http://www.1077theend.com/pages/11684639.php?pid=280024

unlost dogs

norm wrote:

fiona apple has cancelled her tour...here's why

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet.
I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here's the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she's been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now.I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then ,an adult offi
cially - and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight ,or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We've lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it's always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison's Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago.
She's my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.
I can't come to South America. Not now.
When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can't leave her now, please understand.
If I go away again, I’m afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us.
I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship.
I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend.
And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time.
I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel.
And I am asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.
Love, Fiona
http://www.1077theend.com/pages/11684639.php?pid=280024

Wow. That is just beautiful.

I wish peace for her and for Janet... and have such respect and admiration for her decision.

Wobbie

pandora wrote:

as always thankful for all the doggies in the world

this is awesome

Wobbie

norm wrote:

fiona apple has cancelled her tour...here's why

we can be very very thankful for our dogs....and they, hopefully, are very thankful for us.

Wobbie

last week's snow

norm

norm waiting for thanksgiving dinner

Who Princess

norm wrote:

norm waiting for thanksgiving dinner

Norm is very serious about protecting that Thanksgiving table!

I wish I had a Thanksgiving picture of Penny. We had 11 guests for dinner, ages 7 to 85. Penny was her usual Miss Personality and made lots of new friends.

We had all the food set out buffet style in the kitchen. While we were in the dining room eating we heard a loud BANG! I ran into the kitchen. Penny is only about 14" tall but she had somehow jumped up and knocked the platter of turkey onto the floor. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective I guess, it landed face down and she didn't get any turkey. (She did try to help clean up the floor though. :roll: )

Almost everybody thought it was hilarious. My sister kept telling Penny, "You're grounded! No TV tonight!"

Yeah, my poor starving dog. :fp:

norm

Who Princess wrote:

Norm is very serious about protecting that Thanksgiving table!

I wish I had a Thanksgiving picture of Penny. We had 11 guests for dinner, ages 7 to 85. Penny was her usual Miss Personality and made lots of new friends.

We had all the food set out buffet style in the kitchen. While we were in the dining room eating we heard a loud BANG! I ran into the kitchen. Penny is only about 14" tall but she had somehow jumped up and knocked the platter of turkey onto the floor. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective I guess, it landed face down and she didn't get any turkey. (She did try to help clean up the floor though. :roll: )

Almost everybody thought it was hilarious. My sister kept telling Penny, "You're grounded! No TV tonight!"

Yeah, my poor starving dog. :fp:

yeah we did buffet style too but when it came time to eat, norm went to another room...lots of people + food = overstimulated dog

Who Princess

norm wrote:

yeah we did buffet style too but when it came time to eat, norm went to another room...lots of people + food = overstimulated dog

This was Penny's first large family gathering, or at least the first time we've had a buffet. Will I ever remember your formula the next time!

PJ_ROCKS

imalive wrote:

norm wrote:

fiona apple has cancelled her tour...here's why

we can be very very thankful for our dogs....and they, hopefully, are very thankful for us.

+1

norm

Mary and her husband, Jim, had a dog named Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company for a weekend visit, they would warn their friends not to leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget, and something would come up missing.

Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement, and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky’s other favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box, and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out that she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease. In fact, she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital, she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her. What would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won’t understand that I didn’t want to leave him! The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than the doctors had anticipated, and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally, the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted that she couldn’t even make it up the stairs to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary, but he didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad, but sleep soon overcame her, and she dozed.

When Mary awoke, for a moment, she couldn’t understand what was wrong. She couldn’t move her head, and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement, bringing his beloved mistress all of his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying. Instead, she and Lucky began living again, walking farther together every day. It’s been twelve years now, and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky, he still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box, but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
http://dogspired.com/personal-stories/a-dog-knows/

Wobbie

gracie met a psycho little heeler/aussie mix at the park today. 5 month old kya

Who Princess

Aussie/heeler would make for a psycho mix. :think:

Great pic tho.

Who Princess

We got some sneaky pics of Penny in the yard last week. Tried to post them but it says they're the wrong size. I'll work on that when I get a chance.

norm

Who Princess wrote:

Aussie/heeler would make for a psycho mix. :think:

whoever decided to mix those two breeds is an evil person

Enkidu

imalive wrote:

gracie met a psycho little heeler/aussie mix at the park today. 5 month old kya

What an unattractive place for Gracie to play.

Do you have any photos of her where she looks unhappy?

Wobbie

Enkidu wrote:

Do you have any photos of her where she looks unhappy?

I could get one when she's licking her empty food bowl, trying to get one last microscopic food particle. It's pretty pathetic :roll:

twisted thoughts

Has anyone gotten their Sammi calendar yet? 2013 is only a few weeks away now, and I haven't gotten mine yet. I did however receive a few months ago a similar calendar from the ASPCA, which was unexpected... Is that what I get because I am not in Canada? I wanted a Sammi calendar :(