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Originally Posted by Rausch
Amazing how they become a part of you.
When I lost my place and scratched out a GoChiefs living in Mom's downstairs her lab pissed on the corner of the couch where my head was for the first week.
EVERY SINGLE DAY woke up with the strong smell of about 2 gallons of dog urine right below me.
He never did that before. Apparently he did not approve of the new male (his old master, my mom's fiance had recently passed) and he displayed as much.
I lost my temper one night and punched the $3it out of him while he was marking his territory by my face.
That night I came home and sat in the garage having a beer or 12 and a smoke. Apparently the dog loved to go down there in the summer and lay on the cold concrete.
That night we "bonded" and he never pissed in the house again. Every time I came home he'd come down and scratch at the door if I didn't let him in the garage. I'd come home from the factory smelling like bigfoot's d!ck but as soon as he heard me pop a top he was at the door.
There was many a night I sat there and drank with him before I showered up while me and the Mrs. were separated.
I miss that dog...
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Great story, thanks for sharing it Raush.
A few years ago, I flew to NY to see a concert with my eldest daughter. They have one of those miniature Doberman dogs, Mario. I spent a lot of time with him.
When I got home, I sat down in the recliner and was reading the paper. I soon felt something warm on my leg. Toto had jumped up in the recliner, and proceeded to mark my leg. It was hard to be mad at him for pissing on me, as he had smelled Mario on me, and I belonged to him.
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Originally Posted by Phobia
There's no doubt. Another dynamic is that my boy, Zane was about a month old when the old dog died. The emotional people in the house were too busy with other, more important issues than an extended grief period over a dog we've suspected could die any day for years.
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Good timing on Zane and Pink's part.