Has anyone remarked about how many of us have dogs as avitars
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I feel you , my Koa is 165lbs and she loves to gently lay on me occasionally and I cant move when she does because she likes the sweet spot on the couch also sometimes when she hears her favorite tunes .
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My Favorite Woofers.
My avatar is Dennis and Reggie, two in a series of rescued retrievers we've been fortunate enough to spend our lives with. They're both gone now (lost Dennis to an inoperable abdominal tumor last month at the age of 13-ish, and Reggie in 2016), but this way I still get to see them daily. I've told Stacy (our remaining Golden Retriever baton carrier) that if she learns to behave herself, she too may eventually earn a lofty place of honor in my AK avatar.
Toby was found abandoned in a box outside of a Walmart in Georgia. Black dogs aren't popular in the South so they get shipped up to the Northeast where they have a better chance of being adopted.
I adopted Toby from a shelter I don't know how many years ago. My son noticed him first, there was intelligence in that dog's eyes. He's a mixed breed and I never did the DNA test. The shelter assigns a first name but my vet thought he has Doberman in him so his name is Toby Doberman. When people call the Pharmacy I work at and ask to speak to the buyer, we tell them "The buyer's name is Toby Doberman and he's unavailable". It works and he gets mail at the Pharmacy.
Toby is the best communicating dog I have ever met.
We were at my parents one time and he wanted to leave. I was ignoring his usual motions so he threw his leash over his back and shoved the strap into my hands. No question about what he wanted to do.
He's also no fool.
I was late for work one day and he wouldn't come in from the back yard. I rang the front doorbell and he ran into the house to see who was there. Fooled him once.
The next day he pulled the same thing...I was late and he wouldn't come in. This time when I rang the front doorbell he calmly walked over to the side of the fence, looked around the house to see if anyone was at the front door and ignored the doorbell.
I can usually only fool him once so it's an ongoing challenge. He makes me laugh.
He's older but still learns fast, usually after the first lesson. I recently taught him to wipe his feet when he comes in wet and to drop his "outside toys" before he comes in. He knows what outside toys are.
His sense of direction amazes me. As a pup on his first walk we visited my folks a mile away. When we left he knew exactly where to turn and pulled me back to my house. Our walks are usually for miles and If I say "Lets go see so and so", he'll take all the right turns. Doesn't matter if we're coming from a different direction than usual, he still takes the right turns. He's one of those dogs that could find his way home from anywhere.
He's too active and imposing to be a comfort dog but would have made an excellent search dog had I realized his skillset earlier in his life. His memory and vocabulary are excellent. If I ask him to find someone or something he gets right to work and knows exactly what he's looking for. People, groundhogs, fish, snakes...he's specific when he searches and knows where to look first. Groundhogs are dispatched "National Geographic" fast and humanely and every gardener I know wants to borrow my dog in the summer. Snakes are struck like he has Mongoose in his DNA. Oddly, he likes to hang out with frogs and toads. To see him and a toad sitting side by side is a sight.
BTW-Cat's are safe. He finds them and ignores them. Couldn't care less, never did.
Gentle and forgiving with children. My infant Grandson once reached over and pulled Toby's eyelid. Toby simply got up and moved. He plays "tug of war" with kids and let's them walk him without pulling them too hard. He moderates his strength.
I got lucky with this one and value every day we spend together.
I've known many dogs in my life and think the term "dog years" has it wrong. I think each stage of my life can be defined by the dogs I had at the time. Those are my "dog years".
I adopted Toby from a shelter I don't know how many years ago. My son noticed him first, there was intelligence in that dog's eyes. He's a mixed breed and I never did the DNA test. The shelter assigns a first name but my vet thought he has Doberman in him so his name is Toby Doberman. When people call the Pharmacy I work at and ask to speak to the buyer, we tell them "The buyer's name is Toby Doberman and he's unavailable". It works and he gets mail at the Pharmacy.
Toby is the best communicating dog I have ever met.
We were at my parents one time and he wanted to leave. I was ignoring his usual motions so he threw his leash over his back and shoved the strap into my hands. No question about what he wanted to do.
He's also no fool.
I was late for work one day and he wouldn't come in from the back yard. I rang the front doorbell and he ran into the house to see who was there. Fooled him once.
The next day he pulled the same thing...I was late and he wouldn't come in. This time when I rang the front doorbell he calmly walked over to the side of the fence, looked around the house to see if anyone was at the front door and ignored the doorbell.
I can usually only fool him once so it's an ongoing challenge. He makes me laugh.
He's older but still learns fast, usually after the first lesson. I recently taught him to wipe his feet when he comes in wet and to drop his "outside toys" before he comes in. He knows what outside toys are.
His sense of direction amazes me. As a pup on his first walk we visited my folks a mile away. When we left he knew exactly where to turn and pulled me back to my house. Our walks are usually for miles and If I say "Lets go see so and so", he'll take all the right turns. Doesn't matter if we're coming from a different direction than usual, he still takes the right turns. He's one of those dogs that could find his way home from anywhere.
He's too active and imposing to be a comfort dog but would have made an excellent search dog had I realized his skillset earlier in his life. His memory and vocabulary are excellent. If I ask him to find someone or something he gets right to work and knows exactly what he's looking for. People, groundhogs, fish, snakes...he's specific when he searches and knows where to look first. Groundhogs are dispatched "National Geographic" fast and humanely and every gardener I know wants to borrow my dog in the summer. Snakes are struck like he has Mongoose in his DNA. Oddly, he likes to hang out with frogs and toads. To see him and a toad sitting side by side is a sight.
BTW-Cat's are safe. He finds them and ignores them. Couldn't care less, never did.
Gentle and forgiving with children. My infant Grandson once reached over and pulled Toby's eyelid. Toby simply got up and moved. He plays "tug of war" with kids and let's them walk him without pulling them too hard. He moderates his strength.
I got lucky with this one and value every day we spend together.
I've known many dogs in my life and think the term "dog years" has it wrong. I think each stage of my life can be defined by the dogs I had at the time. Those are my "dog years".
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That strength must be useful when he's pulling the Budweiser beer wagon..
That strength is great when we climb hills.
He's better than all wheel drive when we're at the beach climbing up a sandy bluff.
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