I agree my dear friend dogs absolutely know stuff lots of stuff and especially how to love unconditionally dogs are the best thank you for another sweet story 🙏
Pamela, I TOTALLY agree woth you about wishing that our dogs didn't have to leave us so soon. I lost my faithful dog of 13+ years in November right before Thanksgiving. It was one of the saddest days of my life.
I have read that dogs can sense all kinds of things in humans relative to medical emergencies. So they really do "know" stuff. I heard a story about dogs truly being your best friend. Take your dog and who you think is your best friend. Lock both in your car trunk. Come open two hours later and see who is happiest to see you.....
Can't live without dogs. Which is weird for a person who grew up without dogs. My father was afraid of dogs. We had a puppy for a short time when I was about 14. Dad chased the dog with a broom when it wouldn't eat the dog food. We found him a home and never got another pet. So I had to learn how to be a dog owner. It was not a smooth trip, but later in life, I became a rescuer - for decades. I have six ankle biters. Mutts, really, but fancy mutts: chi/Shih Tsu/poodle mixes. All blonds. I don't travel overnight. Ever. The one dog who got out of the yard and was never seen again - I haven't bawled so much over anything. That's the one that appeared -- twice! -- to let me know he was gone. Live without dogs? Not in this lifetime.
I have 3 dogs myself. Daisy, a 13 inch beagle who rules the bunch. Daisy will play when it's on her terms. Stinky, a standard beagle who appeared several days after my neighbor went to the hospital. He always stinks and I didn't know his name, thus he answered to Stinky. Stinky was slow to trust anyone but is a regular fixture now. Then there's Merle, a lab mix 80 lb puppy. Merle gives everyone and everything the upper hand. If I scold any of the 3, Merle comes to me as if to say "it wasn't me". Its funny how dogs can read us. They count our every breath and notice our every gesture. The silent partnership that few people are capable of. My dad used to say go fishing for a few days without announcing it and when you do come home, notice who is happiest to see you, your wife or your dog.
Cheryl, you could be right on the money about the anal glands. That is a nasty smell. Or the beagle could have rolled in cow poop or cornered a skunk, or worse yet, rolled in black vulture vomit or poop, also very rank......Well, enough of that sh crap.
While living near a large lake, my pack discovered the joy of rolling in rotting fish guts. Fishermen would clean their catch and toss the remains into the woods.
The dogs were so proud of their find, they pranced about heads and tails high, laughing.
I learned to carry a bar of soap in my pocket and would get the dogs in the lake to wash up before getting in the car.
I couldn't agree more. My cotton was literally with me when both my parents died, when my son went off to college, when after 25 years of being single I met the man that had 4 inside cats and glady moved over in our life to make room for him and those felines. I so miss my Cotton.
We’ve had quite a few dogs in our family in the 53 years we’ve been married. Our “best” was a long haired chihuahua named Cheech. Cheech picked me when I was looking for a puppy years ago. He was the biggest pup out of 2 litters. We had to send him over the rainbow bridge when he was sixteen years old!! That was about 6 years ago and I still miss him. 😭. He took a piece of my heart 💔.
Sean, thank you for sharing your story about Otis with us.❤️
My mother started the local Humane Society in the early 1950s when I was nine. We always had a “pound” dog or two after that. Same when I had my own family. My youngest daughter has three now. Oldest has one. Each one I had was the “the best”…tough, hardy, playful, loving and so, so smart. My last one was Bubba, a cross between a black Labrador and a German Shepherd. Weighed 105 lbs. If he sensed a threat to me, my wife or daughters, his hackles went up, his teeth barred, and he looked the very personification of the Hound of the Baskervilles. And yet, when the grandchildren visited, they road on his back, and they loved watching him showing off his great skill at chasing squirrels up trees in the front yard. At the end of the day, he would serve as a pillow for them to rest their heads on watching cartoons on TV. I often think of those wonderful dogs…Sue Sue, Graf, Beauregard, Shotsy, Asteroid, Muffin and Bubba. I grew up wondering if Angels were real. Actually hoping and praying that they were real. As I near the end, I realize that I was blessed with four-legged Angels for most of my life. And one day, maybe I’ll find out if Bubba actually ever did catch one of those squirrels that used to stay just far enough ahead of him to keep him running.
Awwww. Joseph! ❤️ I surely hope you'll find Bubba waiting for you with his recent catch! Get out the fry pan and pull up and wash some onions, skin the squirrel, fry 'em up and let's eat !!
I agree my dear friend dogs absolutely know stuff lots of stuff and especially how to love unconditionally dogs are the best thank you for another sweet story 🙏
If you want unconditional love, get a dog❤️🐾
I just wish they didn’t leave us so soon 💔😭
Me too Pamela.
Pamela, I TOTALLY agree woth you about wishing that our dogs didn't have to leave us so soon. I lost my faithful dog of 13+ years in November right before Thanksgiving. It was one of the saddest days of my life.
Belle the Wolf is quite the critter,
Chief Service Dog, and that's a fact.
None of the others ever bit 'er,
and they are a bite-y pack.
She runs my life with iron paw;
when I work too hard, she hides my tools.
Her word in this house is law,
for she knows humans are fools.
Right now she's lying at my feet
waiting for the day to start;
when I get breakfast food to eat
she knows she's gonna get her part,
and if to give it, long I longer,
she may well just take a finger.
I have read that dogs can sense all kinds of things in humans relative to medical emergencies. So they really do "know" stuff. I heard a story about dogs truly being your best friend. Take your dog and who you think is your best friend. Lock both in your car trunk. Come open two hours later and see who is happiest to see you.....
Can't live without dogs. Which is weird for a person who grew up without dogs. My father was afraid of dogs. We had a puppy for a short time when I was about 14. Dad chased the dog with a broom when it wouldn't eat the dog food. We found him a home and never got another pet. So I had to learn how to be a dog owner. It was not a smooth trip, but later in life, I became a rescuer - for decades. I have six ankle biters. Mutts, really, but fancy mutts: chi/Shih Tsu/poodle mixes. All blonds. I don't travel overnight. Ever. The one dog who got out of the yard and was never seen again - I haven't bawled so much over anything. That's the one that appeared -- twice! -- to let me know he was gone. Live without dogs? Not in this lifetime.
Dogs do know stuff, for sure. I read somewhere that dog spelled backward is God. Dogs are God’s gift to our loneliness
We may be created in God's image, but dogs were most certainly bathed in His love!!!
Everybody thinks they have the best dog - and we all do.
Give OC a big hug from all of us.
Thank you for this sweet story about Otis. So glad God led you to him. All of our dogs have chosen us. It’s the best way.
I need an Otis right now.
Jeanmarie, go visit your local shelter and cuddle.....ya never know
Ya never know!
I have 3 dogs myself. Daisy, a 13 inch beagle who rules the bunch. Daisy will play when it's on her terms. Stinky, a standard beagle who appeared several days after my neighbor went to the hospital. He always stinks and I didn't know his name, thus he answered to Stinky. Stinky was slow to trust anyone but is a regular fixture now. Then there's Merle, a lab mix 80 lb puppy. Merle gives everyone and everything the upper hand. If I scold any of the 3, Merle comes to me as if to say "it wasn't me". Its funny how dogs can read us. They count our every breath and notice our every gesture. The silent partnership that few people are capable of. My dad used to say go fishing for a few days without announcing it and when you do come home, notice who is happiest to see you, your wife or your dog.
It sounds as though Stinky needs his anal glands expressed, his vet will help.
Cheryl, you could be right on the money about the anal glands. That is a nasty smell. Or the beagle could have rolled in cow poop or cornered a skunk, or worse yet, rolled in black vulture vomit or poop, also very rank......Well, enough of that sh crap.
While living near a large lake, my pack discovered the joy of rolling in rotting fish guts. Fishermen would clean their catch and toss the remains into the woods.
The dogs were so proud of their find, they pranced about heads and tails high, laughing.
I learned to carry a bar of soap in my pocket and would get the dogs in the lake to wash up before getting in the car.
I couldn't agree more. My cotton was literally with me when both my parents died, when my son went off to college, when after 25 years of being single I met the man that had 4 inside cats and glady moved over in our life to make room for him and those felines. I so miss my Cotton.
Miss him for you…..sweet story!
We’ve had quite a few dogs in our family in the 53 years we’ve been married. Our “best” was a long haired chihuahua named Cheech. Cheech picked me when I was looking for a puppy years ago. He was the biggest pup out of 2 litters. We had to send him over the rainbow bridge when he was sixteen years old!! That was about 6 years ago and I still miss him. 😭. He took a piece of my heart 💔.
Sean, thank you for sharing your story about Otis with us.❤️
Dogs are a comfort during good and bad times. They sense your moods and want to help. If people just had that ability.
My mother started the local Humane Society in the early 1950s when I was nine. We always had a “pound” dog or two after that. Same when I had my own family. My youngest daughter has three now. Oldest has one. Each one I had was the “the best”…tough, hardy, playful, loving and so, so smart. My last one was Bubba, a cross between a black Labrador and a German Shepherd. Weighed 105 lbs. If he sensed a threat to me, my wife or daughters, his hackles went up, his teeth barred, and he looked the very personification of the Hound of the Baskervilles. And yet, when the grandchildren visited, they road on his back, and they loved watching him showing off his great skill at chasing squirrels up trees in the front yard. At the end of the day, he would serve as a pillow for them to rest their heads on watching cartoons on TV. I often think of those wonderful dogs…Sue Sue, Graf, Beauregard, Shotsy, Asteroid, Muffin and Bubba. I grew up wondering if Angels were real. Actually hoping and praying that they were real. As I near the end, I realize that I was blessed with four-legged Angels for most of my life. And one day, maybe I’ll find out if Bubba actually ever did catch one of those squirrels that used to stay just far enough ahead of him to keep him running.
Awwww. Joseph! ❤️ I surely hope you'll find Bubba waiting for you with his recent catch! Get out the fry pan and pull up and wash some onions, skin the squirrel, fry 'em up and let's eat !!