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

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

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/

Who Princess wrote:

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

Enkidu wrote:

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

twisted thoughts wrote:

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 :(

Who Princess wrote:

Loulou wrote:

Had an awful night last night with the thunder and lightning, :( Henry and Jo were terrified. Had to hug them from 3:00am to 5:00 am in the morning til the storm was over. Anyone else has scaredy cat dogs when it comes to thunder?