Life I Miss My Dog - Page 3

FAX · 12-13-2012, 11:24 AM

I had this awesome dog named Mack who was part something and part Chow. I met him in my office building one day. He was a hobo puppy that the girls who owned the advertising agency next door found somewhere and rescued by bringing him to their office. I was walking down the hall one day and he was staring at me through their glass door. He looked like a tiny, friendly, miniature bear. I introduced myself and he seemed to think I was okay. I later mentioned this encounter to the beautiful and witty Mrs. FAX and the next day she came sauntering into my office with the dog, a brand new leash, and a half-dozen or so milk bone biscuits.

Mack kept me around for about 10 years, I guess. Several years ago, he contracted thyroid cancer. He went through surgery okay and got better for a year or so, then he finally just succumbed to the disease ... couldn't eat, couldn't poop properly, in obvious pain ... after one particularly rough episode, I took him to the vet so he could get some relief. Bad day.

After that, I swore that Mack would be the last dog I would ever own. I suppose I got sort of attached to the little fella. Frankly, he was an awesome assistant. He helped me dig in the garden, rake leaves, and kept me company at the office. He was good with a frisbee and stick and ball and finding creative ways to escape the radio fence because he also liked the ladies. To be honest, I think if he had been trained properly, he would have made a fantastic circus dog ... the kind that walks on barrels and jumps through flaming circles and stuff. He was extraordinarily intelligent, nimble, and fleet of foot as many a dead squirrel can attest (if, of course, it were possible for dead squirrels to attest to much of anything ... besides, I'm not sure you can trust anything a squirrel says ... dead or otherwise).

He was independent, though. He had a mind of his own and his own way of doing things. I suppose that was a result of living on the streets as a young dog. He came up the hard way and developed survival skills out of necessity. It was pretty clear that he could live on squirrels and garbage if he needed to. He wouldn't have smelled all that great, but he would have been happy.

Anyhow, I caught myself sitting here in my home office just kind of staring at the space on the floor where he used to keep his rug and I suddenly realized how much I miss him. As I mentioned, I made a pretty firm declaration that I wasn't going to get another dog after Mack on account of the separation anxiety I experienced when leaving the vet's office on that last day. But now I think I'm changing my mind about that. Dogs are pretty cool ... if you can find the right one. Maybe I'll head down to the pound later this week.

FAX THE SENTIMENTAL

htismaqe · 12-13-2012, 02:38 PM

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Originally Posted by Frosty

I had the same experience. I just didn't have the experience or patience to deal with it so we had to take him back (fortunately, someone else adopted him). I ended up buying a purebred Aussie from a local breeder and she has been an awesome dog. Unfortunately, she's over 14 years old now so we'll probably be facing this sooner rather than later.

Other than being deaf now, though, she's in great shape.

Aussies are "dogs for dummies" as they are so smart and easy to train. They are also active, so you have to have a decent sized yard. I would like another one when she's gone but may go with a different breed so we can get something smaller.

I have an acre and a half but unfortunately I can't allow him to "use" it. Too scared he'll disappear...

Or go over to the neighbors and maul somebody...

beach tribe · 12-13-2012, 02:41 PM

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Originally Posted by htismaqe

I love the idea of rescuing a dog from the pound.

But I wouldn't recommend it at this point.

I got a 7-month old Catahoula in Maryville MO last summer.

He digs, he chews, he tries to bite, he hides under the porch whenever you get close...

He's mentally damaged and despite professional training and a lot of one-on-one time, he's nearly impossible to manage.

I adopted a Min Pin from a lady, and have spent $$ out the ass on training and shit, and the ****er is completely unmanageable.
He is a ****ing NIGHTMARE.
I've had him for 3 years, only because my GF LOVES him. He had 3 owners before me, and they all begged the next one to take him.
Like you said about yours, he's damaged goods.

FAX · 12-13-2012, 02:58 PM

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Originally Posted by htismaqe

It's not the genes with my dog. It's the fact that he spent the first 4 weeks of his life under a deck, with mange so bad that one of his siblings died from it, and then spent 7 more months in a 3x3 cage with another dog.

For the first week I had him, he went under the porch and never came out, at least not while we were around.

Damn. That's sad, Mr. htismaqe.

When they experience early, negative imprinting, it's darn difficult to get them straightened out, that's for sure.

Mack had a terrible fear of storms ... especially thunderstorms. I came to believe that, while he was living in the streets, he had probably been caught up in a storm and couldn't find shelter ... or something along those lines.

Anyhow, he hated water and despised taking baths ... and, whenever there was a thunderstorm, or on the 4th of July, or on New Year's Eve, or during any fireworks-related event, he would find the deepest, darkest, farthest corner of the basement and curl up in a ball and he wouldn't come out for love nor money nor hamburger meat.

In all other aspects, he was a brave, little guy. A true fighter when the need arose. But, I was never able to convince him that the thunder wasn't going to find him and kill him.

FAX

Rasputin · 12-13-2012, 03:52 PM

I miss my dog Chow

LOCOChief · 12-13-2012, 04:00 PM

We'll probably have to put down Pete our 16 year old Jack Russell this week. We got him for our sons 6th birthday. The last couple of weeks have been really tough on ol Pete with back and neck pain. He pretty much has stopped eating the last couple of days so we can't keep him here much longer- probably say our goodbyes tonight. He's been a great boy and we love him and will miss him very much.

Hammock Parties · 12-13-2012, 04:02 PM

Don't get a dog from the pound.

Get one from a licensed breeder.

They're far more likely to live longer and have fewer problems.

**OnTheWarpath15** · 12-13-2012, 04:09 PM

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Originally Posted by LOCOChief

We'll probably have to put down Pete our 16 year old Jack Russell this week. We got him for our sons 6th birthday. The last couple of weeks have been really tough on ol Pete with back and neck pain. He pretty much has stopped eating the last couple of days so we can't keep him here much longer- probably say our goodbyes tonight. He's been a great boy and we love him and will miss him very much.

That sucks. Sorry to hear.

**Rausch** · 12-13-2012, 04:11 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassel's Reckoning

Don't get a dog from the pound.

Get one from a licensed breeder.

They're far more likely to live longer and have fewer problems.

I've "had" 3 dogs.

A yorkie that lived 12 years, a Lab/pit/Shepherd mix that lived 14, and a pure lab that lived 12.

We got all we could expect from all of them...

**HemiEd** · 12-13-2012, 04:17 PM

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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...

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.

Good timing on Zane and Pink's part.

htismaqe · 12-13-2012, 04:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Rausch

I've "had" 3 dogs.

A yorkie that lived 12 years, a Lab/pit/Shepherd mix that lived 14, and a pure lab that lived 12.

We got all we could expect from all of them...

We got our Yorkie from a local breeder. She was vibrant and healthy.

But nothing could have saved her from being a Yorkie. Most annoying ****ing dog I've ever seen. But my wife just HAD to have her.

**Rausch** · 12-13-2012, 04:28 PM

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Originally Posted by htismaqe

We got our Yorkie from a local breeder. She was vibrant and healthy.

But nothing could have saved her from being a Yorkie. Most annoying ****ing dog I've ever seen. But my wife just HAD to have her.

They've got ears like you can't believe. She could tell the difference between the sound of my grandfather's truck, dad's truck, and mom's car blocks away.

You could tell by the way she was circling in front of the door who was about to be there...

htismaqe · 12-13-2012, 04:31 PM

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Originally Posted by Rausch

They've got ears like you can't believe. She could tell the difference between the sound of my grandfather's truck, dad's truck, and mom's car blocks away.

You could tell by the way she was circling in front of the door who was about to be there...

Yep.

Was yours mean? I never thought about it when we got her but damn if she wasn't the epitome of why they call female dogs "bitches".

She was a better mouser than some of our cats, too.

GloryDayz · 12-13-2012, 04:34 PM

The sentiment is clear, but I'll add that dew can comprehend the importance that our pets bring to our lives. I was questioned for have a hip replacement performed "on a dog." LOL, some of the best money I ever spent!

**Rausch** · 12-13-2012, 04:41 PM

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Originally Posted by htismaqe

Yep.

Was yours mean?

Not at all.

Very child friendly and loved company.

If she got too much attention she'd piss the floor...

Simba · 12-13-2012, 04:56 PM

Our dog passed away on Thanksgiving morning. Everything around the house reminds us of her as well. We swore we would not get another pet as the loss was just too great for us.

However, we just saw an 8-week old German Shepherd which looks and acts just like our Simba, so we adopted her. We wrestled with the "replacing" her issue, but the fact that we'd be giving a dog a good, loving home overcame that feeling.

While we miss our Simba, our new puppy does help the soften the pain of losing Simba.

12-13-2012, 11:24 AM
FAX testing ... 1, 2, 3 Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: Tennessee Casino cash: $6753759	I Miss My Dog I had this awesome dog named Mack who was part something and part Chow. I met him in my office building one day. He was a hobo puppy that the girls who owned the advertising agency next door found somewhere and rescued by bringing him to their office. I was walking down the hall one day and he was staring at me through their glass door. He looked like a tiny, friendly, miniature bear. I introduced myself and he seemed to think I was okay. I later mentioned this encounter to the beautiful and witty Mrs. FAX and the next day she came sauntering into my office with the dog, a brand new leash, and a half-dozen or so milk bone biscuits. Mack kept me around for about 10 years, I guess. Several years ago, he contracted thyroid cancer. He went through surgery okay and got better for a year or so, then he finally just succumbed to the disease ... couldn't eat, couldn't poop properly, in obvious pain ... after one particularly rough episode, I took him to the vet so he could get some relief. Bad day. After that, I swore that Mack would be the last dog I would ever own. I suppose I got sort of attached to the little fella. Frankly, he was an awesome assistant. He helped me dig in the garden, rake leaves, and kept me company at the office. He was good with a frisbee and stick and ball and finding creative ways to escape the radio fence because he also liked the ladies. To be honest, I think if he had been trained properly, he would have made a fantastic circus dog ... the kind that walks on barrels and jumps through flaming circles and stuff. He was extraordinarily intelligent, nimble, and fleet of foot as many a dead squirrel can attest (if, of course, it were possible for dead squirrels to attest to much of anything ... besides, I'm not sure you can trust anything a squirrel says ... dead or otherwise). He was independent, though. He had a mind of his own and his own way of doing things. I suppose that was a result of living on the streets as a young dog. He came up the hard way and developed survival skills out of necessity. It was pretty clear that he could live on squirrels and garbage if he needed to. He wouldn't have smelled all that great, but he would have been happy. Anyhow, I caught myself sitting here in my home office just kind of staring at the space on the floor where he used to keep his rug and I suddenly realized how much I miss him. As I mentioned, I made a pretty firm declaration that I wasn't going to get another dog after Mack on account of the separation anxiety I experienced when leaving the vet's office on that last day. But now I think I'm changing my mind about that. Dogs are pretty cool ... if you can find the right one. Maybe I'll head down to the pound later this week. FAX THE SENTIMENTAL
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Simba Starter Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: San Salvador, El Salvador Casino cash: $9736890	Our dog passed away on Thanksgiving morning. Everything around the house reminds us of her as well. We swore we would not get another pet as the loss was just too great for us. However, we just saw an 8-week old German Shepherd which looks and acts just like our Simba, so we adopted her. We wrestled with the "replacing" her issue, but the fact that we'd be giving a dog a good, loving home overcame that feeling. While we miss our Simba, our new puppy does help the soften the pain of losing Simba.
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