Your Favorite Pet Pictures
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jujube
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That last picture looks like me when I roll over, look at the alarm clock and realize that I still have two hours to sleep.....ahhhhhh. I do love a dog that smiles.
Trade
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This was my dog "Blackie". That's me in the back of the wagon.
When I was about four years old Blackie got hit by a car. My parents told me that Blackie was at the vets getting fixed up. So I waited and waited and then I asked them when Blackie was going to come home and they told me that the vet needed more time to fix her. I kept asking every now and then and they kept telling me the same thing. I bought that story for about three years. Then I figured it out and quit asking. It was about the same time I figured out there wasn't any Santa Claus.
When I was about four years old Blackie got hit by a car. My parents told me that Blackie was at the vets getting fixed up. So I waited and waited and then I asked them when Blackie was going to come home and they told me that the vet needed more time to fix her. I kept asking every now and then and they kept telling me the same thing. I bought that story for about three years. Then I figured it out and quit asking. It was about the same time I figured out there wasn't any Santa Claus.
Ruth n Jersey
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- Northern New Jersey
This is me in 1956 with my first dog,a Beagle named Toby. He was such a patient and good natured dog. After I got him I rarely played with my dolls. He became my baby and endured all sorts of indignities. 
squatting dog
We don't have as far to go, as we've already been
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- Arkansas, and also Florida
debodun
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- way upstate in New York, USA
My darling, Adam, who I had to have euthanized this past January. He was 16 years old.
I've had many dog pals, but my first was my best
Wrote something about him a while back;
I’ll Never Forget My Best Friend
I was three.
He was a few months.
Neither of us had much to play with….but each other.
We never lacked.
He’d look up at me with complete unwavering trust.
Trying to read my face.
Ears perked up when I spoke.
Wherever I went, he followed.
He rapidly grew, and soon we were face high to each other.
We’d roam the patch of woods up the hill from our place, him guarding my everystep, sometimes blocking my way when I got too close to the cliff edge. I didn’t know it at the time.
I’d take my naps nestled into his chest.
He’d lie there, never moving a muscle.
As I grew to boyhood, he remained a part of me, my shadow.
We’d wrestle….he’d let me win.
We’d hunt.
We’d fish.
Not that he took part.
He was no hunting dog.
Just my companion.
We’d share lunch.
He’d listen to my every word, as we sat on the creek bank.
Years passed.
I got very busy, but not so busy that we wouldn’t still roam the woods every so often, even though he had a bit of a time keeping up.
The day came when he just didn’t get up.
I was sixteen.
Mom told me to take him in to the vet.
‘He’ll be able to fix him up.’
I gathered him up and laid him in the passenger’s seat of the pickup, right beside me, and we had one of our conversations while I drove the twenty miles.
It had been awhile.
Too long actually.
I sat on the stool beside the exam table, while the vet did his thing.
Once again my best friend and I were face high to each other.
The vet was talking with my mom.
He handed me the phone.
It was time.
He had to be put to sleep.
OK, I brought him in to get fixed up, and now he’s going to be put down….just like that.
I was told I had to leave the room.
Like hell.
The vet did…..something. I don’t recall.
I held my bestfriend’s face with both hands.
His ears perked up as we had what would be our last conversation, telling him the reality.
Then I just cradled his head, holding it to my chest, not moving a muscle until, feeling his last breath against my heart, he went to sleep.
Even though the wipers were going, I had a hard time seeing through the raindrops on the way back home.
……..I’ll never forget my best friend
Wrote something about him a while back;
I’ll Never Forget My Best Friend
I was three.
He was a few months.
Neither of us had much to play with….but each other.
We never lacked.
He’d look up at me with complete unwavering trust.
Trying to read my face.
Ears perked up when I spoke.
Wherever I went, he followed.
He rapidly grew, and soon we were face high to each other.
We’d roam the patch of woods up the hill from our place, him guarding my everystep, sometimes blocking my way when I got too close to the cliff edge. I didn’t know it at the time.
I’d take my naps nestled into his chest.
He’d lie there, never moving a muscle.
As I grew to boyhood, he remained a part of me, my shadow.
We’d wrestle….he’d let me win.
We’d hunt.
We’d fish.
Not that he took part.
He was no hunting dog.
Just my companion.
We’d share lunch.
He’d listen to my every word, as we sat on the creek bank.
Years passed.
I got very busy, but not so busy that we wouldn’t still roam the woods every so often, even though he had a bit of a time keeping up.
The day came when he just didn’t get up.
I was sixteen.
Mom told me to take him in to the vet.
‘He’ll be able to fix him up.’
I gathered him up and laid him in the passenger’s seat of the pickup, right beside me, and we had one of our conversations while I drove the twenty miles.
It had been awhile.
Too long actually.
I sat on the stool beside the exam table, while the vet did his thing.
Once again my best friend and I were face high to each other.
The vet was talking with my mom.
He handed me the phone.
It was time.
He had to be put to sleep.
OK, I brought him in to get fixed up, and now he’s going to be put down….just like that.
I was told I had to leave the room.
Like hell.
The vet did…..something. I don’t recall.
I held my bestfriend’s face with both hands.
His ears perked up as we had what would be our last conversation, telling him the reality.
Then I just cradled his head, holding it to my chest, not moving a muscle until, feeling his last breath against my heart, he went to sleep.
Even though the wipers were going, I had a hard time seeing through the raindrops on the way back home.
……..I’ll never forget my best friend
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Thank YOU, SeaBreeze
I got more, but won't inundate the place with my fractured prose (right away anyway)
Timetrvlr
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- central interior B.C., Canada
Joey, our orphaned sheep
His mother died shortly after he was born so we took him in the house, kept him warm, bathed and fed him with a turkey baster until he was a bit older and could take a bottle. Naturally he imprinted on us and we were mom and dad. When he was little older, he joined the other sheep in the field until it was time for his bottle then he came running at full speed and my wife had to clamp an arm around his neck to hold him still while we was taking his bottle.
There were no other lambs to play with so I was elected as companion and playmate. I took on the project of cleaning the silt out of an irrigation ditch with a shovel. Joey decided to help me by standing on the shovel with his front hooves, then he would grin at me as if to say "See, I can do it too!" When he tired of that, he would butt me from behind. I couldn't get much done so I tied my hat to his head and he loped off to show the old ewes his new headgear. It scared them silly and the stampeded in panic. Eventually he tired of that game and came back to pester me. This is his photo:
His mother died shortly after he was born so we took him in the house, kept him warm, bathed and fed him with a turkey baster until he was a bit older and could take a bottle. Naturally he imprinted on us and we were mom and dad. When he was little older, he joined the other sheep in the field until it was time for his bottle then he came running at full speed and my wife had to clamp an arm around his neck to hold him still while we was taking his bottle.
There were no other lambs to play with so I was elected as companion and playmate. I took on the project of cleaning the silt out of an irrigation ditch with a shovel. Joey decided to help me by standing on the shovel with his front hooves, then he would grin at me as if to say "See, I can do it too!" When he tired of that, he would butt me from behind. I couldn't get much done so I tied my hat to his head and he loped off to show the old ewes his new headgear. It scared them silly and the stampeded in panic. Eventually he tired of that game and came back to pester me. This is his photo:
RadishRose
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- Connecticut, USA
Beautiful pack, Trade!
Trade
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Pack is right.
What ever happened to the concept of "the family dog"?
Nowadays it seems like everybody has to have at least three!
CeeCee
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- Monterey Peninsula California
Pickles
Sassycakes
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- Pennsylvania
My Granddaughter and my Daughter and their 2 English Bull dogs
RubyK
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- Minnesota USA
This is a great thread. I'm enjoying all the memories and the photos. Thanks, everyone.
CeeCee
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- Monterey Peninsula California
I love doxies!! They are so smart and clever and funny. Don't know what I'd do without my constant companion. Hopefully he'll be around for awhile. He's 9.
CeeCee
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- Monterey Peninsula California
Suzy's adorable, Ruthanne! Pickles sleeps a lot also.
My daughter had this pillow made for me...he doesn't sleep on the leather couch though, he's usually squeezing me out of the recliner.
My daughter had this pillow made for me...he doesn't sleep on the leather couch though, he's usually squeezing me out of the recliner.