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jward
passin' thru
Aw. I could use me one o' them <3
Personal trainer..
View: https://twitter.com/buitengebieden/status/1534918104148475906?s=20&t=zMAFE4icwrAv_pLxy5gS8Q
Personal trainer..
View: https://twitter.com/buitengebieden/status/1534918104148475906?s=20&t=zMAFE4icwrAv_pLxy5gS8Q
You have to go to the Reddit to see the bottom of the vid. At least I do.
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/cute/comments/v8sw6a/bubbles/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
View: https://www.reddit.com/r/cute/comments/v8sw6a/bubbles/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
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Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Jonathan is the oldest known living terrestrial animal in the world. He came to life in 1832 and is currently 190 years old. He has lived through WWI and WWII, the Russian Revolution, seven monarchs on the British thrones and 39 U.S. Presidents~
VinceU1
Contributing Member
Bet'cha that kitty has a very loud purr!
coloradohermit
Veteran Member
SurvivalRing
Rich Fleetwood - Founder - author/coder/podcaster
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coloradohermit
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Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
This is Jack.
Five years old as of today, and a full member of our small family. We don’t treat him like he is the dog - he’s just one of us. And he doesn’t behave like he’s the dog of the family. Our problems are his problems. However trivial they may seem, he tries to understand them and help solving them.
First, he’s the only one in this house dealing with spiders, mice, or other pests. He noticed our reluctance to sort those creatures, so he stepped in. When there’s a spider, we call the only male in the family. He sorts that out.
When we can’t find the car keys, the house keys, or other keys, which happens often, he gets off his couch, lets an annoyed “aaaa—ah!” off then proceeds to find the keys for his girls. He never fails.
He’s the one to “answer” when someone knocks at the door, to patrol the yard and make eye contact with the neighbors. As my previous neighbors put it, “he’s the man of the house”.
He checks on my child several times per night: he gingerly gets off my bed, then goes check on my daughter, and I can hear a sigh of relief before he cuddles back next to me. Every single night.
He tried to refine his role even more, but living in a dog’s body didn’t help: he broke three keyboards and a mouse before understanding he can’t use computers. He’s still watching TV or sitting on a chair next to me when I am online: network safety matters.
I didn’t expect him to take on this role. We just wanted a puppy. We had several dogs before - they were just that, dogs, doing doggy stuff. He’s one of a kind.
Five years old as of today, and a full member of our small family. We don’t treat him like he is the dog - he’s just one of us. And he doesn’t behave like he’s the dog of the family. Our problems are his problems. However trivial they may seem, he tries to understand them and help solving them.
First, he’s the only one in this house dealing with spiders, mice, or other pests. He noticed our reluctance to sort those creatures, so he stepped in. When there’s a spider, we call the only male in the family. He sorts that out.
When we can’t find the car keys, the house keys, or other keys, which happens often, he gets off his couch, lets an annoyed “aaaa—ah!” off then proceeds to find the keys for his girls. He never fails.
He’s the one to “answer” when someone knocks at the door, to patrol the yard and make eye contact with the neighbors. As my previous neighbors put it, “he’s the man of the house”.
He checks on my child several times per night: he gingerly gets off my bed, then goes check on my daughter, and I can hear a sigh of relief before he cuddles back next to me. Every single night.
He tried to refine his role even more, but living in a dog’s body didn’t help: he broke three keyboards and a mouse before understanding he can’t use computers. He’s still watching TV or sitting on a chair next to me when I am online: network safety matters.
I didn’t expect him to take on this role. We just wanted a puppy. We had several dogs before - they were just that, dogs, doing doggy stuff. He’s one of a kind.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Meet Clara and Oliver!
“Clara just adopted Oliver from a local rescue. She said he sits on the tray of her walker while she walks around and he sleeps with her every night! This is the sweetest picture I've ever seen!”
“Clara just adopted Oliver from a local rescue. She said he sits on the tray of her walker while she walks around and he sleeps with her every night! This is the sweetest picture I've ever seen!”
SurvivalRing
Rich Fleetwood - Founder - author/coder/podcaster
This is Josie. We had her for ten years, rescuing her from a farmer who was getting rid of her after she bit their inside dog, a tiny bichon frise who had escaped outside…and Josie assumed she was doing her job…
Josie had been taught to “get the kitty”, meaning catch the feral cats around the barn and hay stacks. She was three when we got her, and we lost her just over two years ago when we helped her cross the rainbow bridge.
She was the most patient, protective, loving, thoughtful puppers we ever had…and I still miss her Every. Single. Day.
This is Angel. Today is our 41st anniversary, and is also Angel’s first birthday.
Angel is such a good girl. Those bottomless, beautiful eyes are always watching over us…and I feel that Josie’s spirit is part of Angel’s makeup. She is close to ninety pounds now…and can pull like a bulldozer when she first gets outside on our long walks around the neighborhood.
Here’s Angel’s makeup, from her dad’s side.
Her mom is full gsd. Angel’s mostly gsd, but is part pit bull, lab, and retriever. The ears are telling. She is very smart, is continually picking up new words and meaning, and loves to play day or night. Such a good girl.
This is Molly the Hellhound. Our eldest granddaughter brought her over to us five days after we lost Josie. She put her down on the floor, and Molly ran to me and jumped in my lap. Instant love bug. She’s a pini-poo…a mini pincher and poodle mix. She is ferocious, and tells Angel what-for…all day long.
To her left is our house dragon, Godzilla. Godzilla is a three year old bearded dragon, and Annie’s personal reptile. She likes me too. Spends her days in the sunny window sill, but loves to go walk about in the entire house.
A closeup of her fuzzy face…
This is our tribe…our family…our posse. A mixed/blended family…and we wouldn’t want it any other way.
Josie had been taught to “get the kitty”, meaning catch the feral cats around the barn and hay stacks. She was three when we got her, and we lost her just over two years ago when we helped her cross the rainbow bridge.
She was the most patient, protective, loving, thoughtful puppers we ever had…and I still miss her Every. Single. Day.
This is Angel. Today is our 41st anniversary, and is also Angel’s first birthday.
Angel is such a good girl. Those bottomless, beautiful eyes are always watching over us…and I feel that Josie’s spirit is part of Angel’s makeup. She is close to ninety pounds now…and can pull like a bulldozer when she first gets outside on our long walks around the neighborhood.
Here’s Angel’s makeup, from her dad’s side.
Her mom is full gsd. Angel’s mostly gsd, but is part pit bull, lab, and retriever. The ears are telling. She is very smart, is continually picking up new words and meaning, and loves to play day or night. Such a good girl.
This is Molly the Hellhound. Our eldest granddaughter brought her over to us five days after we lost Josie. She put her down on the floor, and Molly ran to me and jumped in my lap. Instant love bug. She’s a pini-poo…a mini pincher and poodle mix. She is ferocious, and tells Angel what-for…all day long.
To her left is our house dragon, Godzilla. Godzilla is a three year old bearded dragon, and Annie’s personal reptile. She likes me too. Spends her days in the sunny window sill, but loves to go walk about in the entire house.
A closeup of her fuzzy face…
This is our tribe…our family…our posse. A mixed/blended family…and we wouldn’t want it any other way.
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