My Listening Buddies
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Wes_in_VA
Super Member
And they have better taste in music due to the superior hearing.
Midnight Lightning hitting the rocks.
This is at a 2.5 mile loop around a town reservoir we lap a few times a week.
She's finally safe off leash and comes when I call whether she wants to or not.
We should be good for some 4000 footers in NH's White Mountains next spring
This is at a 2.5 mile loop around a town reservoir we lap a few times a week.
She's finally safe off leash and comes when I call whether she wants to or not.
We should be good for some 4000 footers in NH's White Mountains next spring
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dogwan
Dogwan
Midnight Lightning hitting the rocks.
This is at a 2.5 mile loop around a town reservoir we lap a few times a week.
She's finally safe off leash and comes when I call whether she wants to or not.
We should be good for some 4000 footers in NH's White Mountains next spring
She looks fast as lightning!
My dog came with the name "Rocket" when I rescued him and he sure lived up to the name. Watched him rundown a Greyhound at the dogpark once. All the cats and squirrels in the neighborhood regretted the day we started going off leash!
This is a pic of Rocket in his prime. Now he sleeps most of his days away at 12 years old.
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Nera is more used to the camera yes?
Mine like to watch The Dog Whisperer with me.
Carmel is in what's he doing with the phone mode.
Midnight watches entire episodes with me and walks around the TV with her head cocked when some looney dog has a fit.
Rowdy monkeys on nature shows piss her off
Both come visit me while I'm listening to music but Midnight stays for hours
Mine like to watch The Dog Whisperer with me.
Carmel is in what's he doing with the phone mode.
Midnight watches entire episodes with me and walks around the TV with her head cocked when some looney dog has a fit.
Rowdy monkeys on nature shows piss her off
Both come visit me while I'm listening to music but Midnight stays for hours
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Saul Good
low4life
Hey Mowgli, Midnight & Carmel
Midnight looks like my dog, Quiver, 15 years (or so) ago. The white blaze, the white paw tip, the curious/alert expression -- and of course the ears.
When Midnight hits 20, I bet this would be a pretty good likeness.
Her original owner died 'bout 15 years ago, and she almost got put down. Nobody wanted her. She was nuts. Gave her a place to crash, changed her food from Alpo to TechniCal (Canadian), and she's been Daddy's girl ever since. Withing a week of changing her food, she calmed down & folks started asking why we called her Quiver. She had completely stopped shaking. No more spun. Apparently the Alpo causes interference of neuron interaction in her noggin. If I ever meet the CEO of Alpo he won't enjoy the encounter.
Almost put her down last spring. Hind-quarter/balance issues, zoning, panting, dry peeing outdoors, full moisture indoors. Thousands of dollars, at the vet's, and getting worse. Cathy made the 'big appointment', and I went outside with the shovel. Was not diggin it. Came back inside, and told my wife to cancel the appointment. Told Cathy I wanted to give Quiver one shot at a Hail Mary deal I had read about on line. Red cider vinegar. Four bucks, and four hours later there was a substantial improvement. Within days she was her old self. Neutralizes the acid in her bladder. She surely has the medical issue taking its toll still -- but not the symptoms that were taking the quality out of being a dog. She enjoys belly rubs, short walks, Dad's cooking, mooching & naps. I carry her down stairs, & lift her up onto the couch. Continuously.
Vet's won't tell you about :ntwrthy:red cider vinegar.
Oh, and that's her cat, "Fraidy", beside her. Barn cat. Got her moniker the first time she heard a pair of BP20's. Not so loud. Just not familiar with David Lindley's, "Crazy 'Bout My Mercury".
She's fading, and I know what's ahead. I won't let her suffer. I'm just so thankful she's here tonite.
Midnight looks like my dog, Quiver, 15 years (or so) ago. The white blaze, the white paw tip, the curious/alert expression -- and of course the ears.
When Midnight hits 20, I bet this would be a pretty good likeness.
Her original owner died 'bout 15 years ago, and she almost got put down. Nobody wanted her. She was nuts. Gave her a place to crash, changed her food from Alpo to TechniCal (Canadian), and she's been Daddy's girl ever since. Withing a week of changing her food, she calmed down & folks started asking why we called her Quiver. She had completely stopped shaking. No more spun. Apparently the Alpo causes interference of neuron interaction in her noggin. If I ever meet the CEO of Alpo he won't enjoy the encounter.
Almost put her down last spring. Hind-quarter/balance issues, zoning, panting, dry peeing outdoors, full moisture indoors. Thousands of dollars, at the vet's, and getting worse. Cathy made the 'big appointment', and I went outside with the shovel. Was not diggin it. Came back inside, and told my wife to cancel the appointment. Told Cathy I wanted to give Quiver one shot at a Hail Mary deal I had read about on line. Red cider vinegar. Four bucks, and four hours later there was a substantial improvement. Within days she was her old self. Neutralizes the acid in her bladder. She surely has the medical issue taking its toll still -- but not the symptoms that were taking the quality out of being a dog. She enjoys belly rubs, short walks, Dad's cooking, mooching & naps. I carry her down stairs, & lift her up onto the couch. Continuously.
Vet's won't tell you about :ntwrthy:red cider vinegar.
Oh, and that's her cat, "Fraidy", beside her. Barn cat. Got her moniker the first time she heard a pair of BP20's. Not so loud. Just not familiar with David Lindley's, "Crazy 'Bout My Mercury".
She's fading, and I know what's ahead. I won't let her suffer. I'm just so thankful she's here tonite.
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She won't be sleeping with a cat at my house, I'm allergic 
Good to know about red cider vinegar. Glad you're getting more time with her. 20 years!
I found a chow/lab in the Blue Ridge Mountains and she graced me with her presence for 12 years.
Co-pilot at the racetrack
swimming in a pool downstream from Niagara Falls
slept in the car with me @ The Grand Canyon for over a week
introduced me to a nice lady veterinarian 1 night stand at Key West
climbed mountains with me all over NH
She got cancer.
Digging the hole sucked. "Whatcha doin' John?" :tears:
Making that call was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
I had the vet put her down on our living room floor and help bring her to her resting spot.
RIP Virginia
Good to know about red cider vinegar. Glad you're getting more time with her. 20 years!
I found a chow/lab in the Blue Ridge Mountains and she graced me with her presence for 12 years.
Co-pilot at the racetrack
swimming in a pool downstream from Niagara Falls
slept in the car with me @ The Grand Canyon for over a week
introduced me to a nice lady veterinarian 1 night stand at Key West
climbed mountains with me all over NH
She got cancer.
Digging the hole sucked. "Whatcha doin' John?" :tears:
Making that call was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
I had the vet put her down on our living room floor and help bring her to her resting spot.
RIP Virginia
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Saul Good
low4life
RIP Virginia P MowGli
Quiver cut the cat loose, once she was out of the kitten stage. She's exploiting Q's warmth, and how sound the old girl sleeps.
Hear you , "Whatchya doin' John?"
Good co pilot's hard to find. Purd' was removed from abuse at about 8? months. Blessed me for 12 years. I'd trade my bike, for one more 'race'. BLBF.
Mopar girl
Last walk
Racin's rubbin'
A good dog will run in their dreams. Great ones will run in yours.
Quiver cut the cat loose, once she was out of the kitten stage. She's exploiting Q's warmth, and how sound the old girl sleeps.
Hear you , "Whatchya doin' John?"
Good co pilot's hard to find. Purd' was removed from abuse at about 8? months. Blessed me for 12 years. I'd trade my bike, for one more 'race'. BLBF.
Mopar girl
Last walk
Racin's rubbin'
A good dog will run in their dreams. Great ones will run in yours.
Some excellent pix Saul (it's all)
My buddy's into his Dodge truck motor and trans for umpteen thousand.
800+ HP sleeper. You f'ing Mopar guys wtf?
I don't know if you read back in the thread but she was a rescue off the streets of P.R. at 3 mos old.
Then she lived with some older folks near here for 6 mos.
They didn't do too much with her besides feed her and let her out.
They're clueless so she was still in panic mode and she owned them.
The guy had to drag her out from under his SUV seat when they dropped her off with us.
She's been rehabilitating for 4 months now and I'm her hero
I caught some pix at our usual jaunt today and think this one's cool
My buddy's into his Dodge truck motor and trans for umpteen thousand.
800+ HP sleeper. You f'ing Mopar guys wtf?
I don't know if you read back in the thread but she was a rescue off the streets of P.R. at 3 mos old.
Then she lived with some older folks near here for 6 mos.
They didn't do too much with her besides feed her and let her out.
They're clueless so she was still in panic mode and she owned them.
The guy had to drag her out from under his SUV seat when they dropped her off with us.
She's been rehabilitating for 4 months now and I'm her hero
I caught some pix at our usual jaunt today and think this one's cool
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dread31
Addicted Member
Mine is in my avatar. Her name is Sadie.
I had two Dalmatians until two years ago when I had to put Spot, my best friend of 14 years to rest. He used to curl up in front of the right speaker and go to sleep. I miss him so much.
So, it's just Sadie now. She's a great dog that follows me everywhere. But, she's getting on in years and fading now too.
Regards,
Dave
I had two Dalmatians until two years ago when I had to put Spot, my best friend of 14 years to rest. He used to curl up in front of the right speaker and go to sleep. I miss him so much.
So, it's just Sadie now. She's a great dog that follows me everywhere. But, she's getting on in years and fading now too.
Regards,
Dave
bsandovalb
Active Member
When I'm listening to metal, my listening buddy is my 23 year old son. When listening to show tunes or mellow stuff, it might be my 22 year old son. Ocasionally, the wife gets into a music mood if Bread, Billy Joel or something else on her short list is playing. The cat? A few minutes at time. He's fickle little bugger. Otherwise, I listen alone.
Poultrygeist
Lunatic Member
Dudley's father is a standard poodle and his mother is a golden retriever. He tolerates music in order to hang with his master.
