@chuck your comment best describes our? football team "Huskies are horrible creatures...stubborn, too smart and independent of thought, and impossible not to love."
I had a couple dogs growing up and both of them were killed with 20 feet of each other because they got out of the yard when I was in high school.
Fast forward 10 years, I'm in the Army and married and we get a dog. Looked like Benji. Anyway, I get transferred to Korea and you don't want to take a dog there for obvious reasons. The ex-wife was moving back in with her parents and her mom was highly allergic so we had to give the dog away. The fucker who we found to take the dog shows up to our house early and leaves with the dog before I get home from work. That fucking killed me and I swore off having another dog until I was out of the military.
Fast forward another 10+ years. I'm retired from the Army, divorced and remarried. We decide to get a dog and I convince Mrs. Nacho to get a Doberman. Like most dogs, this fucker was amazing. At about 2 1/2 year old, we discover he has a rare, nasty cancer. Get his leg amputated and we're told his chances of making it another 12 months were almost zero.
He made it another 9 months and we had to make the call. We took to the beach before going to the vet and I had a ziploc bag of dog treats in my jacket pocket. When we ran out of treats, it was time to go to the vet. The vet came in, made sure we were ready and then left the room, I started bawling like a baby. I called in sick to work for an entire week.
We spread his ashes in the backyard and in the dunes at the ocean and keep the rest at home. About a year later, I'm wearing the jacket from that day and put my hand in the pocket and feel a Ziploc bag. At first, I had no idea why it was in there but when I pulled it out, I realized the connection. I probably got teary eyed at that.
It's been 2 1/2 years since we put him down and just a week ago, I was crying over it.
My wife wants a dog. She had 4 birds when I met her, and now we have 5 thanks to her parents off-loading an old budgie that's probably on its way out. The remaining 4 will all be around for another 15 years, at least.
Anyways, what kind of dog can I get her that will for sure eat the birds? I am not a dog person at all, but if I find one that ingratiates itself in to my wife's life and then manages to take out at least 2 of those birds I might just turn the corner and become a dog person.
My wife wants a dog. She had 4 birds when I met her, and now we have 5 thanks to her parents off-loading an old budgie that's probably on its way out. The remaining 4 will all be around for another 15 years, at least.
Anyways, what kind of dog can I get her that will for sure eat the birds? I am not a dog person at all, but if I find one that ingratiates itself in to my wife's life and then manages to take out at least 2 of those birds I might just turn the corner and become a dog person.
Mrs Throbber v1.0 got rid of the dog when j was on a business trip.
Closest I’ve ever come to murder.
Mrs Throbber v2.0 loves dogs and has brought home five for me over the years.
I love dem bitches.
Any self respecting dog will kill those birds out of general principle. Fucking birds.
I've only ever seen one pet bird that I didn't want to grab by the head and shake violently. It was a big, grey parrot at a small store. It was super friendly and talked in a low, soft voice (bird talk bot people talk). It was the owner's pet bird and not for sale or I'd probably have it to this day.
Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella.
I cried like a baby and went through a box of tissue. I don't like playing god with man's best fren.
Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella.
I cried like a baby and went through a box of tissue. I don't like playing god with man's best fren.
Only time can make this feel better. Stay strong man
Didn’t check this thread for a day because I had a feeling what it was. First, major T’s and P’s to @YellowSnow and the rest of you who have shared your stories.
Reading this thread hit me hard. I lost my best friend just a few months ago. Not going to lie, it brought tears back to me as I thought about him.
Growing up, we weren’t allowed to have dogs. Then I had a few bad encounters with angry dogs that scarred me for my young life. Every dog I met, I steered clear. If a friend had a dog, I kept my distance. I just never understood the appeal for a creature that is fully reliant on you and can’t do anything for itself.
But the day I met Mrs. Courics, this beautiful energetic boxer came racing my direction and jumped up on me and started licking me like crazy. For the first time in my life, I didn’t find myself repulsed or scared. I loved that dog from the moment I met him.
I got 8 amazing years with him. Though he was originally her dog, he and I grew to be inseparable. I work from home so I spent every minute with him. And being a boxer he had a lot of energy so we went on multiple walks and play time each day, just the two of us. I started seeing the decline about 6 months before his death. I knew something was off from the dog I’ve always known. Others told me he was just getting old, but inside I knew.
Earlier this year the brain tumor finally got him. The week leading up to it he wasn’t able to do anything for himself. I kept most of it hidden from the Mrs. because I didn’t want her to see it. Then the day we took him in, he gave us what we needed. He had energy, was licking us, and actually looked at us for the first time in a long time without a distant stare.
I cried for a week. I still tear up when I think about him. I never knew a dog could mean so much to me. But being a non-breeder myself, that dog was basically my child. If I’m being honest, I’m still not over it. I won’t be getting another dog for a long time, if ever. Good for all of you who can do it.
Good luck to you Yella. These days will suck. I feel for you.
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Seriously Yella, I’m so sorry for you and your family.
@chuck your comment best describes our? football team "Huskies are horrible creatures...stubborn, too smart and independent of thought, and impossible not to love."
Fast forward 10 years, I'm in the Army and married and we get a dog. Looked like Benji. Anyway, I get transferred to Korea and you don't want to take a dog there for obvious reasons. The ex-wife was moving back in with her parents and her mom was highly allergic so we had to give the dog away. The fucker who we found to take the dog shows up to our house early and leaves with the dog before I get home from work. That fucking killed me and I swore off having another dog until I was out of the military.
Fast forward another 10+ years. I'm retired from the Army, divorced and remarried. We decide to get a dog and I convince Mrs. Nacho to get a Doberman. Like most dogs, this fucker was amazing. At about 2 1/2 year old, we discover he has a rare, nasty cancer. Get his leg amputated and we're told his chances of making it another 12 months were almost zero.
He made it another 9 months and we had to make the call. We took to the beach before going to the vet and I had a ziploc bag of dog treats in my jacket pocket. When we ran out of treats, it was time to go to the vet. The vet came in, made sure we were ready and then left the room, I started bawling like a baby. I called in sick to work for an entire week.
We spread his ashes in the backyard and in the dunes at the ocean and keep the rest at home. About a year later, I'm wearing the jacket from that day and put my hand in the pocket and feel a Ziploc bag. At first, I had no idea why it was in there but when I pulled it out, I realized the connection. I probably got teary eyed at that.
It's been 2 1/2 years since we put him down and just a week ago, I was crying over it.
Fucking dogs man.
Closest I’ve ever come to murder.
Mrs Throbber v2.0 loves dogs and has brought home five for me over the years.
I love dem bitches.
My wife wants a dog. She had 4 birds when I met her, and now we have 5 thanks to her parents off-loading an old budgie that's probably on its way out. The remaining 4 will all be around for another 15 years, at least.
Anyways, what kind of dog can I get her that will for sure eat the birds? I am not a dog person at all, but if I find one that ingratiates itself in to my wife's life and then manages to take out at least 2 of those birds I might just turn the corner and become a dog person.
I've only ever seen one pet bird that I didn't want to grab by the head and shake violently. It was a big, grey parrot at a small store. It was super friendly and talked in a low, soft voice (bird talk bot people talk). It was the owner's pet bird and not for sale or I'd probably have it to this day.
Reading this thread hit me hard. I lost my best friend just a few months ago. Not going to lie, it brought tears back to me as I thought about him.
Growing up, we weren’t allowed to have dogs. Then I had a few bad encounters with angry dogs that scarred me for my young life. Every dog I met, I steered clear. If a friend had a dog, I kept my distance. I just never understood the appeal for a creature that is fully reliant on you and can’t do anything for itself.
But the day I met Mrs. Courics, this beautiful energetic boxer came racing my direction and jumped up on me and started licking me like crazy. For the first time in my life, I didn’t find myself repulsed or scared. I loved that dog from the moment I met him.
I got 8 amazing years with him. Though he was originally her dog, he and I grew to be inseparable. I work from home so I spent every minute with him. And being a boxer he had a lot of energy so we went on multiple walks and play time each day, just the two of us. I started seeing the decline about 6 months before his death. I knew something was off from the dog I’ve always known. Others told me he was just getting old, but inside I knew.
Earlier this year the brain tumor finally got him. The week leading up to it he wasn’t able to do anything for himself. I kept most of it hidden from the Mrs. because I didn’t want her to see it. Then the day we took him in, he gave us what we needed. He had energy, was licking us, and actually looked at us for the first time in a long time without a distant stare.
I cried for a week. I still tear up when I think about him. I never knew a dog could mean so much to me. But being a non-breeder myself, that dog was basically my child. If I’m being honest, I’m still not over it. I won’t be getting another dog for a long time, if ever. Good for all of you who can do it.
Good luck to you Yella. These days will suck. I feel for you.