I met the sweetest dog today.

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I met the sweetest dog today at the RV park where we are spending the summer. George, a 4-year-old mostly-Boxer-mix, is a retired bomb-sniffing dog who served in Afghanistan. He was retired after he was shot in the butt and tail and "lost his nerve for service", according to his owner.

He's a large mass of slobbering, kissing and dancing dogginess who loves the ladies and doesn't like men much (I'm assuming because of his military service). He almost knocked me off my feet with his tail (which recovered fine, thank you, from his shooting) and about took the skin off my knees with his sandpaper tongue. One doggie treat and I'm his favorite goddess.

I'm in love.
 

jujube said:
I met the sweetest dog today at the RV park where we are spending the summer. George, a 4-year-old mostly-Boxer-mix, is a retired bomb-sniffing dog who served in Afghanistan. He was retired after he was shot in the butt and tail and "lost his nerve for service", according to his owner.

He's a large mass of slobbering, kissing and dancing dogginess who loves the ladies and doesn't like men much (I'm assuming because of his military service). He almost knocked me off my feet with his tail (which recovered fine, thank you, from his shooting) and about took the skin off my knees with his sandpaper tongue. One doggie treat and I'm his favorite goddess.

I'm in love.
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Aren't those big goofy dogs wonderful? I love big goofy dogs. I even have one.
 

I never had a Boxer but my little childhood friend had one. The Boxer had puppies. My girlfriends Dad warned us not to go near her and her pups. Of course we disobeyed and that Boxer let us pick up and cuddle those pups and they didn't even have their eyes open yet! A wonderful gentle breed in my book. So happy George made it home to retire unlike many dogs who served.
 
Funny how the most imposing looking ones can be the real tail waggers? My Callie in a yard full of children and ladies...he might go belly up to enjoy the love.
 
I was afraid of dogs as a young child. A neighbor had a very calm and sweet female Boxer who she sat outside with often. The dog just laid there and was very nice. I slowly started to pet her with encouragement from the owner and once I trusted her more we became good friends. :sentimental: Jujube, it's great that you met a dog that made your day, he sounds like a sweetheart. Glad the damage during service didn't dampen too much of his spirit. :)
 
What a brilliant post. This made me smile from ear to ear. I dont own a dog but love to meet them when I am out walking. Most are indiscriminate and friendly. I suppose you will be going back to the park again in the hope of another meeting? :D
 
ossian said:
I dont own a dog but love to meet them when I am out walking.
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Abby and I go for 3 to 4 mile walks 6 days/week. We may stop that. Every person we meet has to stop and pet her, telling me what a beautiful... pretty... nice... sweet... dog she is. None of them ever tell me how handsome I am! She's giving me an inferiority complex!! :)
 
We met a dog last night who was going out for a nice 'shuffle' in the warmth of the evening light:). He hardly looked to right or left, just steadfastly looking ahead as he slowly took one tiny step after another. I asked the lady who was walking with him how old he is and she said 18 years old. In dog years, 126 years old. I expect that I'd be shuffling too if I got anywhere near that age.

So lovely to see a family loving an old dog right to the last of his days when you think about the millions that are terrorized and so on...
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This is the only photo I could find of Butch, the sweetest, loving dog I ever knew, taken about 1959.
He belonged to my aunt and uncle, that's me and my wife holding our first born, and I sort of grew up with him. The only problem Butch had, was he could clear a room fast when he had gas, and, he had a lot of gas.
 

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ossian said:
What a brilliant post. This made me smile from ear to ear. I dont own a dog but love to meet them when I am out walking. Most are indiscriminate and friendly. I suppose you will be going back to the park again in the hope of another meeting? :D
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Whenever I sit outside reading or working on a crossword puzzle, I always have my jar of doggie treats by my chair. Whenever someone passes by with their dog (and we're on the corner of the main drive through the park, so everybody passes by), I offer a doggie treat (I always ask permission first). I've made a lot of four-legged friends that way. The beasties don't forget where the treats come from, either. People have told me that when they walk by and I'm not out, the dogs want to go up to the door to see if I'm home.

I haven't owned a dog for 38 years; our lifestyle isn't conducive to ownership. But I DO love them and loving up on everyone else's dogs is almost as good as owning one myself. I especially love big old lazy goofy labs and goldens who want nothing else but to lean up against you and worship. When they look up at you with those loving eyes and tell you that you are a GODDESS and they'd gladly worship you forever if you'll just give them one.more.little.treat....just.one.....because obviously they are starving to death and won't make it back home without one, well....who can resist? And maybe, just maybe, a good face scrunch and a chin scratch and a belly rub and a good patting of the flanks because no one has given them any love for such a loooong time, y'know? Dogs are such fibbers. They lie with such a straight face. You gotta love'em. They'd make great politicians.
 
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