Yes, I'll get a dog!

ronk

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I just watched one of my favorite Saturday morning shows: Lucky Dog. It's about a man who rescues dogs, trains them, and gives them to deserving people. Again, tears came to my eyes.
Yes, it's time to get another dog. Bandit passed away almost 30 years ago. He was my beloved companion for 17 years. No dog will ever replace Bandit. But I can love a new dog.

I'd thought of getting a new dog in the Spring. I need to get $300 for a damage deposit, and also setup a reserve fund to ensure that I can care for the dog in the future. I can easily gather together a lot of money by Springtime.
 

Yes, get a dog, two if possible as dogs thrive in the company of other canines.


Dogs are the best. I know it's painful to love an animal, and lose it, we had to put down our beloved Misty about a month ago; we still have her sister, Mija.

We are in the market for another dog, after the holidays. Of course, a new dog must be totally compatible with Mija, and be a good natured, pleasant animal.
 
Good for you Ron, I wouldn't be without a pet in my home, and I've lost quite a few over the years. A new pet helps heal the heart and Bandit would want you to love another dog again. :love_heart:
 

I'm glad you're going to get another dog, Ron, not to replace Bandit, but to honor his memory. It's sometimes hard to think of getting another dog after you lose a dear one, but getting a new dog settled is sometimes the best medicine for the grief you feel.

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I was married for 6 years. The (ex) wife had two dogs & two cats. I loved them, of course. Each animal had its own unique personality.

Yes, I intend to "rescue" a dog! I'm putting it off till Spring for a couple reasons. First, there is a slight possibility that I might "inherit" a dog from a relative in April. If that doesn't work out, I'll be ready to get a different dog. I'll have saved up some money to get started.
 
My brother, who will be 70 next year, lost his long-time companion two years ago. Misha was a Chow that lived to age 17. Then his second dog, a 13 year old Samoyed, passed away early this year. He planned to get a cat, too heartbroken to get another dog, but a friend brought him two chihuahuas rescued from a puppy-mill. He's had them for several months now and is so happy his friend insisted he take them.
 
anodyne, I'm glad your brother found more dogs to love!

Shalimar, this all got started when my Dad called about a potential new dog for me. My step-sister's daughter moved from MN to CA, and couldn't find a place that would let her keep her dog (Samantha). My step-sister and her husband agreed to take the dog back to MN, and keep her for a year. If the daughter doesn't get Samantha back, then she might go to a new home.

My Dad hadn't checked all the details before he raised the subject with me. Samantha will stay with my step-sister in her home, at least till April of 2017. Her husband said he already had another potential home for Samantha. So my chances of "inheriting" Samantha are pretty slim. Of course, I'd love it if Nikki is reunited with Samantha. I know what it's like to treasure one's dog!

Since I was already excited about the idea of getting a new dog, I arrived at the "Spring Time Plan." I will get a new dog in the Spring of 2017. "Inheriting" Samantha sounds like a chancy proposition at best. I don't like depending on someone else for a new dog. I did tell them that I'd never let Samantha go if I got her. I reminded them of my 17 years with Bandit. I'm not even sure they met Bandit. We gave a complicated family...

I like the idea that I'd easily be able to come up with a $300 damage deposit for the dog. I'll most likely start building up a "dog fund" to cover getting started, and vet emergencies, etc. I already know a local veterinarian's office is within walking distance. We live in a wonderful building in a great area. There is plenty of room for dogs to walk their owners. We also have a great group of dogs, and some owners who appear willing to know me better. That could translate into a support network in case I need someone to watch the new dog if I was temporarily sick. I need to cultivate that network soon. They've already indicated their interest in me!

It's easy to decide on getting an adult or even "mature" dog. Older dogs are more settled down, and often they are passed over by potential owners. I've always been sold on getting a dog from an Animal Shelter. I got Bandit from the local ASPCA shelter, in Penacook, NH. My friends actually chose him. But I couldn't resist him once we met! You know there are real gems sitting in a shelter, perhaps one step from euthanasia. Bandit was one of those gems. He was a continued blessing.

When I got Bandit in 1971, I was feeling hopeless, drifting between hope and despair. Bandit brought such light and joy into my life. Bandit followed me into a journey of hope and beyond. I eventually went back to college, then moved from NH to MN. Bandit followed me along. Bandit never lost his courage & sensitivity. He never stopped giving unconditional love and joy. I was always amazed at how Bandit could face some serious illnesses in his life, and never give up. I just needed to help Bandit know I was there for him.
 
My wife says she would like to get another dog. I pointed out that we had our last dog for 13 years. I asked if she will be willing to walk the dog when she is 94?
She lost interest, but still likes to play with other peoples dogs, especially cute chihuahuas.
 
Yeah, sometimes you can get what you need just by "visiting" with someone else's dog!
 
A dog can change your life, I know because Suzy changed mine. She filled a hole in my life and she is my best friend! I needed to be needed. She needed someone to need her.
 
anodyne, I'm glad your brother found more dogs to love!

Shalimar, this all got started when my Dad called about a potential new dog for me. My step-sister's daughter moved from MN to CA, and couldn't find a place that would let her keep her dog (Samantha). My step-sister and her husband agreed to take the dog back to MN, and keep her for a year. If the daughter doesn't get Samantha back, then she might go to a new home.

My Dad hadn't checked all the details before he raised the subject with me. Samantha will stay with my step-sister in her home, at least till April of 2017. Her husband said he already had another potential home for Samantha. So my chances of "inheriting" Samantha are pretty slim. Of course, I'd love it if Nikki is reunited with Samantha. I know what it's like to treasure one's dog!

Since I was already excited about the idea of getting a new dog, I arrived at the "Spring Time Plan." I will get a new dog in the Spring of 2017. "Inheriting" Samantha sounds like a chancy proposition at best. I don't like depending on someone else for a new dog. I did tell them that I'd never let Samantha go if I got her. I reminded them of my 17 years with Bandit. I'm not even sure they met Bandit. We gave a complicated family...

I like the idea that I'd easily be able to come up with a $300 damage deposit for the dog. I'll most likely start building up a "dog fund" to cover getting started, and vet emergencies, etc. I already know a local veterinarian's office is within walking distance. We live in a wonderful building in a great area. There is plenty of room for dogs to walk their owners. We also have a great group of dogs, and some owners who appear willing to know me better. That could translate into a support network in case I need someone to watch the new dog if I was temporarily sick. I need to cultivate that network soon. They've already indicated their interest in me!

It's easy to decide on getting an adult or even "mature" dog. Older dogs are more settled down, and often they are passed over by potential owners. I've always been sold on getting a dog from an Animal Shelter. I got Bandit from the local ASPCA shelter, in Penacook, NH. My friends actually chose him. But I couldn't resist him once we met! You know there are real gems sitting in a shelter, perhaps one step from euthanasia. Bandit was one of those gems. He was a continued blessing.

When I got Bandit in 1971, I was feeling hopeless, drifting between hope and despair. Bandit brought such light and joy into my life. Bandit followed me into a journey of hope and beyond. I eventually went back to college, then moved from NH to MN. Bandit followed me along. Bandit never lost his courage & sensitivity. He never stopped giving unconditional love and joy. I was always amazed at how Bandit could face some serious illnesses in his life, and never give up. I just needed to help Bandit know I was there for him.

Not to throw water on your chance of having Samantha share your home, but........ This sounds to me like something that could go sideways. Samantha comes to live with you. A few months later, the step-sister's daughter finds a place where she can have a dog and wants Samantha back. Or, Samantha comes to your home. A few weeks later, whoever the step-sister's husband promised the dog to now wants her. Sounds like too many feelings/fingers in the pot that could only mean a "cat fight" over a dog. In those situations, the dog loses.
If I were in your shoes, I'd probably find another companion before the April date. Then, it would be easy to say, "Thanks, but no thanks". To adopt a pet would make that dog yours and ONLY yours.

We adopted a beautiful dog last January. Had been without a dog in our home for about two years... the longest without in our 50 years of marriage. Wife wanted a "lap dog". We have a lot of steps from the backyard up to our deck and back door. When we had our Poms, as they aged it was difficult for them to navigate the steps. So, I wanted a little larger dog. Well... we ended up with a 70 pound "lap dog"!!!!! This Black Lab just wants to cuddle, not realizing how big/heavy/clumsy she is. In retrospect, we probably should have gone with a more mid-sized dog, but Abby has stolen our hearts.
Abby is about 2 years old. So, she still has some "puppy" in her. To adopt a little older dog would probably find a little less energy. However, Abby goes to sleep about 9 p.m. and sleeps all night... good for us seniors. Abby can go almost all day without needing to go outside... good for us seniors. Abby has not chewed, destroyed, scratched, torn up anything.... good for us seniors. Abby was really quick to train to a leash for walks... good for us seniors. Abby likes to play 'tug-of-war".... and can pull my 200 pounds across the room.... questionable for us seniors.

Our son and his family adopted an Irish Terrier about a year ago. Toby is a mid-sized dog and has been a God-send for their family. He is well behaved, cuddles, does tricks, tolerates the grandsons, and has turned our daughter-in-law into a dog lover. We were just visiting them this past couple of days. He lets himself in and out of the back door to go relieve himself. Amazing how he has learned to stand on his hind feet and open/close the door.

Go on the site petfinder.com. Enter your zip code, your choice of pet, age, gender, size, etc. I believe you will be amazed at the rescue opportunities. Most rescue organizations will give all the pertinent info as to house broken, whether should be adopted by a family with other pets, etc. Also, most rescue organizations will have open houses at local pet stores on a regular basis where you can go and observe a number of their adoptable pets. Some have a 30 day "trial" so if there is an issue that makes the pet just unable to adapt to your home, you can choose another.

Sorry for the long post. We have become believers in adoption to give a dog a good home rather than see them put down. At the age that we seniors are, we deserve a good pet that becomes dependent on us and we on them... without having a chance to be party to a family "disorganizational" conflict. Just my 2 cents.........
 
A dog can change your life, I know because Suzy changed mine. She filled a hole in my life and she is my best friend! I needed to be needed. She needed someone to need her.

I agree, Ruthanne, Bella changed my life....My children found Bella for me after my husband died....they drove nearly nearly a 100 miles to pick her up and brought her to me. She is the perfect dog for me.
 
We might get another dog early next year unless Elaine chages her mind. A friend of ours has a border collie due to whelp in a couple of weeks, probably on Christmas day, and proving the thing hasn't mated with something odd that crawled into their farmyard when their dog was heat we'll probably end up with one.

Thing is that dogs, especially when they're pups, resemble a tube and until they can be beaten and flogged into submission to house rules, can and do have "little accidents" or at times d*med BIG ones and usually on something or somewhere really expensive.

But then, there's something utterly irristable about a scruffy coated tail wagging embodiement of total and unconditional love that acts as a remedy to the inconvience of having to mop up a poodle puddle even when the thing isn't a poodle but a big lump of black and white dog.

I'm really looking forward to having a mut around the place again. It'll never take the place of our last thing, and it'll mean having to watch where we walk in our orchard for obvious reasons but some prices are well worth paying.
 
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I totally agree that Samantha probably won't work out. I don't want any chance of something going wrong. When the time goes, I want to visit a local shelter, and look for my dog "live." I'll know immediately when a match is found.

I just got done looking at a few sites, and was shocked to see the high costs of adoption fees. I think the cheapest adoption fee was $175! Yes, the fee includes all the veterinary work, etc. But I'll need to wait awhile longer than originally planned.
 
I'm sorry I hadn't responded to this thread sooner. I'm not even sure why I stopped coming here. But I am back.

I've decided not to get a dog. I'm just not ready to ensure I can provide the dog the best life possible. I had my dog Bandit for 17 years. I was lucky he lived that long. I didn't always take the best care of him. I went without jobs for months or years at a time. I couldn't always afford to get him proper medical care. Sometimes I was just a jerk, and made his life difficult.

Bandit was a beautiful dog. He was smart. He could sense my emotions. He was so full of life. Nothing got him down. I remember one time he was hit by a car, and had surgery on his leg. They put a pin in his leg, and put a splint on it. They said I should not let him get too excited. The next minute they opened the door, and brought Bandit out to see me. Bandit immediately jumped up on his hind legs so he could see me over the counter. When we got home, I picked him up, and carried him up stairs, etc. Bandit waited for me to reach for him, and hopped upwards. It took me a minute to realize he was helping me.

I still remember the final months with Bandit, when it became clear he might need to leave me. I was living in a house with a friend. I had my own "man cave" in the basement. I put Bandit down there when I left the house, etc. Bandit couldn't climb the stairs. I always carried him. Bandit always knew when I ordered a pizza delivery. I usually put him out when the delivery guy arrived, then I brought him down later. (We had a nice fenced-in yard where he was safe.) I'd pick Bandit up and bring him into the house. He was immediately on alert. He knew I had saved the pizza crusts for him. Bandit was going blind, but he could still smell.

It's been over 30 years since Bandit died. I still don't eat the pizza crusts. Sometimes I actually put my hand down toward the floor, expected Bandit to come and grab his crusts.
 
Hi RonKnights, welcome back.

I must say, it was wise of you to recognize what may be limitations for you to care for another dog. Sounds like Bandit loved you a lot, so you were probably a better "dad" than you thought.

Enjoy the forum.
 
RadishRose, thanks. Sometimes I dream that Bandit is still alive. Then I remember he'd be 40-50 years old. Sometimes it's necessary to let "Reality" intrude on the dreams. I have a fantasy, or hope, that one day, in the "afterlife," we might meet again. I'd hug him and apologize for all the Bad Times. I'd hope he would forgive me. Damn, I'm starting to cry...
 
ron i have worked with many animals especially dogs --so many need a loving home so badly ' i can see u are the type who would be great with one if u thort so much of your last dog they bring so much pleasure into ur life ' and walking one is great too - let us know -choose wisely 'like build and nature ,
 
toffee, right now I am terrible with my finances. I get behind on bills. Sometimes I eat nothing but Ramon Noodles for a few weeks. I decided if I had a dog, I'd need to put aside a certain amount of money every month for the vet costs, etc. I'd also need to bring the dog to see a groomer on a regular basis. Bandit was very sensitive. I couldn't trim his nails because he cried. Those long nails caused him to slip and slide along some floors. He would often fall down, and his back legs would spread out, in an unnatural way. I know these accidents helped aggravate the damage that was done to his leg when he was much younger. In his final days, Bandit couldn't even hold himself up properly when he "did his business." It broke my heart to see him fall down into his own "droppings."
 
Ron, sometimes just having a dog visit you for a few hours or even a day or two can make you feel better. Especially if the dog remembers you and gets all excited the next time it sees you. Do you have a friend or relative with a nice dog who can visit? Watch the 18 second video I just put on here under PETS and the thread is called "Homer loves grandma". This is my son Ron's dog. Homer loves to play with balls and pushes them around the yard. When he visits us he sleeps on the couch (it's leather so I can wash it easily) with his head on a pillow and a homemade quilt over him. Sometimes in the middle of the night he'll come in and see if one of us is awake to pet him and then he goes back to the couch where he belongs. He has more love in his heart than any animal we have ever seen.
 
I'm sorry I hadn't responded to this thread sooner. I'm not even sure why I stopped coming here. But I am back.

I've decided not to get a dog. I'm just not ready to ensure I can provide the dog the best life possible. I had my dog Bandit for 17 years. I was lucky he lived that long. I didn't always take the best care of him. I went without jobs for months or years at a time. I couldn't always afford to get him proper medical care. Sometimes I was just a jerk, and made his life difficult.

Bandit was a beautiful dog. He was smart. He could sense my emotions. He was so full of life. Nothing got him down. I remember one time he was hit by a car, and had surgery on his leg. They put a pin in his leg, and put a splint on it. They said I should not let him get too excited. The next minute they opened the door, and brought Bandit out to see me. Bandit immediately jumped up on his hind legs so he could see me over the counter. When we got home, I picked him up, and carried him up stairs, etc. Bandit waited for me to reach for him, and hopped upwards. It took me a minute to realize he was helping me.

I still remember the final months with Bandit, when it became clear he might need to leave me. I was living in a house with a friend. I had my own "man cave" in the basement. I put Bandit down there when I left the house, etc. Bandit couldn't climb the stairs. I always carried him. Bandit always knew when I ordered a pizza delivery. I usually put him out when the delivery guy arrived, then I brought him down later. (We had a nice fenced-in yard where he was safe.) I'd pick Bandit up and bring him into the house. He was immediately on alert. He knew I had saved the pizza crusts for him. Bandit was going blind, but he could still smell.

It's been over 30 years since Bandit died. I still don't eat the pizza crusts. Sometimes I actually put my hand down toward the floor, expected Bandit to come and grab his crusts.

Reading this was so Beautiful and I have to admit it made me cry. I had a dog named Bandit and I loved him so much. He was perfect in every way. He died a few days after my father died. It has been over 20 yrs now and I still really miss him. Because of allergies my husband has now we can no longer have a dog. I miss those days.
 
Bandit entered my life in 1971, in a roundabout way. I was living alone, and working in a furniture factory. Some co-workers from the factory visited me frequently. At times, we'd drink together, and I said I wanted a dog. My landlord had said we could NOT have dogs. One day my co-workers woke me up, and took me to a local animal shelter. The'd already chosen a beautiful puppy, and named him Bandit.

I took one look at that adorable puppy, and couldn't resist him. Bandit was 6 weeks old (I think that was his age. He was tiny!) I decided to keep Bandit inside, and setup an area for him to do "his business." Every week when the rent was due, I went down to the caretaker's apartment to pay the rent. One day, the caretaker came up to my apartment for the rent. Bandit ran around the corner from the kitchen to say "hello!" He was a friendly dog!

The caretaker just said "Don't let him shit in the backyard." Bandit stayed with me for 17 years. This photo was taken in 1980 when Bandit was 8 or 9 years old.

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