stellablue
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^ Awwww, that parot is so adorable. Cool pics!
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TDS pets thread with added ooomph!
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Our new family member as of May 31st. His name is Doogans. He is about 10.5 months and won't get any bigger. The change he has created in my life is wonderful. Poop and all.
stellablue
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^ Awwww, I love doggies.
stellablue
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Are these two the cutest kitty and poodle ever? I love them both to pieces.
drug_wench
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update: we now hav a nearly 7 month old rottweiler puppy, 'Dip'd'N'Ice Sahne' (Ozzy)
hes a lot of work but worth it
i wish i had some pics!
hes a lot of work but worth it
i wish i had some pics!
B9
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I never did post pics of our dogs - I must get round to that.
drug_wench
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evryone on MSN messenger can see pics of lola the pitbull
im hoping to get sum up of ozzy on there too - ive taken some with a cardboard camera
im hoping to get sum up of ozzy on there too - ive taken some with a cardboard camera
Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
I was going to send this thread to archive to save it from the coming house keeping purge, but I want to see more of your lovely pets so I'll bump instead.
my bff and I
I've decided to add our story, since this is TDS, and it relates to a time I was on THE DARK SIDE of my life.
Poohie found me through a rescue organization I had agreed to foster dogs for. At the time I had moved to a new city, and didn't know anyone. I was HORRIBLY depressed, and could hardly leave the house. I wanted a dog, but wasn't sure how long I'd be living in said city.
Previously I had fostered a lab named Wyatt, who was energetic and full of life, but too ADHD for me. Though he was nice, I was happy when a family adopted him.
I figured I would have a break before another dog would be placed with me.
I literally had Poohie dumped on my life less than 24 hours after Wyatt. While I was getting my nails done (something I haven't done in a LONG time), I received a phone call from the head of the group: a lawyer with a heart HUGE enough to take time out of her busy schedule to help these poor pups!
She told me there was an emergency. They had found a dog who had been chained up, literally starving to death, infested with fleas, plagued w/mange (and thus, hairless), and worst of all, her "owner" had cruelly unsuccessfully tried to dock her tail by wrapping a wire around it and leaving it... and her... to suffer and lesion INTO HER SKIN.
This dog had just undergone emergency surgery, I was told, and was now spayed, wire removed from tail (though she cannot feel anything from the scar down- she HAS her beautiful tail.), de-flea'd, dewormed, and specially bathed for the mange.
I hesitated before answering.
"Please, Mary-Beth pleaded with me, "if you have any heart, take her in; I've called and she has nowhere else to go; we'll have to put her in a KILL shelter!"
Of course, then I agreed to take her and explained what time I would be home.
Sure enough, they arrived just as I arrived, and I was greeted by a pitiful, sick, tired, and UGLY dog. It was a crying shame.
I thought, "Who will ever adopt THIS dog?"
I went through the motions with her, though: feeding her, walking her, bathing her. I taught her tricks, taught her to run alongside me on my bicycle. She went with me EVERYWHERE.
Gradually, she began filling out, and her hair grew in. Her timid and tired demeanor was quickly replaced by one of love, affection, and loyalty.
I had to admit it, I had fallen in love with the girl.
A couple months later, a family DID fall in love with her; I received the dreaded call.... and flatly refused.
Poohie was mine now; our bond was unbreakable, and still is today.
Through the worst of depressions, Poohie was always there with a "smile", a tail wag, and a kiss for me. She was always reminding me to get outside of my own head, and to enjoy life. To her, life is beautiful. Even through such horrifying circumstances which she endured, she still feels that way.
Everyone who meets her loves her. I know I am biased, but she is loyal, friendly, smart, playful, intuitive, and even sometimes protective. She has become the perfect dog, and in her own way, she is my saviour.
I've decided to add our story, since this is TDS, and it relates to a time I was on THE DARK SIDE of my life.
Poohie found me through a rescue organization I had agreed to foster dogs for. At the time I had moved to a new city, and didn't know anyone. I was HORRIBLY depressed, and could hardly leave the house. I wanted a dog, but wasn't sure how long I'd be living in said city.
Previously I had fostered a lab named Wyatt, who was energetic and full of life, but too ADHD for me. Though he was nice, I was happy when a family adopted him.
I figured I would have a break before another dog would be placed with me.
I literally had Poohie dumped on my life less than 24 hours after Wyatt. While I was getting my nails done (something I haven't done in a LONG time), I received a phone call from the head of the group: a lawyer with a heart HUGE enough to take time out of her busy schedule to help these poor pups!
She told me there was an emergency. They had found a dog who had been chained up, literally starving to death, infested with fleas, plagued w/mange (and thus, hairless), and worst of all, her "owner" had cruelly unsuccessfully tried to dock her tail by wrapping a wire around it and leaving it... and her... to suffer and lesion INTO HER SKIN.
This dog had just undergone emergency surgery, I was told, and was now spayed, wire removed from tail (though she cannot feel anything from the scar down- she HAS her beautiful tail.), de-flea'd, dewormed, and specially bathed for the mange.
I hesitated before answering.
"Please, Mary-Beth pleaded with me, "if you have any heart, take her in; I've called and she has nowhere else to go; we'll have to put her in a KILL shelter!"
Of course, then I agreed to take her and explained what time I would be home.
Sure enough, they arrived just as I arrived, and I was greeted by a pitiful, sick, tired, and UGLY dog. It was a crying shame.
I thought, "Who will ever adopt THIS dog?"
I went through the motions with her, though: feeding her, walking her, bathing her. I taught her tricks, taught her to run alongside me on my bicycle. She went with me EVERYWHERE.
Gradually, she began filling out, and her hair grew in. Her timid and tired demeanor was quickly replaced by one of love, affection, and loyalty.
I had to admit it, I had fallen in love with the girl.
A couple months later, a family DID fall in love with her; I received the dreaded call.... and flatly refused.
Poohie was mine now; our bond was unbreakable, and still is today.
Through the worst of depressions, Poohie was always there with a "smile", a tail wag, and a kiss for me. She was always reminding me to get outside of my own head, and to enjoy life. To her, life is beautiful. Even through such horrifying circumstances which she endured, she still feels that way.
Everyone who meets her loves her. I know I am biased, but she is loyal, friendly, smart, playful, intuitive, and even sometimes protective. She has become the perfect dog, and in her own way, she is my saviour.
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ocean
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yay!
im gonna find more pictures of my girls to post
im gonna find more pictures of my girls to post
This is my first love Callie, and I. She was a purebred cocker spaniel, and I loved here like she was my baby. She was sweet but very timid; she used to do annoying submissive things... but she mostly got over that. We found out later she was probably inbred. (One reasons mutts are almost always > purebreds... but not always.)
Anyways, Callie died of cancer of the lymph nodes on December 27, 2006. She was only nine. Here I am with her a few days before she died:
Anyways, Callie died of cancer of the lymph nodes on December 27, 2006. She was only nine. Here I am with her a few days before she died:
Mariposa
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^
Sasha and Albert will be a year old (estimated) on May Day. They are still a little smaller than full grown and they are wonderful feline gentlemen.
Sasha and Albert will be a year old (estimated) on May Day.
They are still a little smaller than full grown and they are wonderful feline gentlemen.
Lysis
Bluelighter
my bff and I
I've decided to add our story, since this is TDS, and it relates to a time I was on THE DARK SIDE of my life.
Poohie found me through a rescue organization I had agreed to foster dogs for. At the time I had moved to a new city, and didn't know anyone. I was HORRIBLY depressed, and could hardly leave the house. I wanted a dog, but wasn't sure how long I'd be living in said city.
Previously I had fostered a lab named Wyatt, who was energetic and full of life, but too ADHD for me. Though he was nice, I was happy when a family adopted him.
I figured I would have a break before another dog would be placed with me.
I literally had Poohie dumped on my life less than 24 hours after Wyatt. While I was getting my nails done (something I haven't done in a LONG time), I received a phone call from the head of the group: a lawyer with a heart HUGE enough to take time out of her busy schedule to help these poor pups!
She told me there was an emergency. They had found a dog who had been chained up, literally starving to death, infested with fleas, plagued w/mange (and thus, hairless), and worst of all, her "owner" had cruelly unsuccessfully tried to dock her tail by wrapping a wire around it and leaving it... and her... to suffer and lesion INTO HER SKIN.
This dog had just undergone emergency surgery, I was told, and was now spayed, wire removed from tail (though she cannot feel anything from the scar down- she HAS her beautiful tail.), de-flea'd, dewormed, and specially bathed for the mange.
I hesitated before answering.
"Please, Mary-Beth pleaded with me, "if you have any heart, take her in; I've called and she has nowhere else to go; we'll have to put her in a KILL shelter!"
Of course, then I agreed to take her and explained what time I would be home.
Sure enough, they arrived just as I arrived, and I was greeted by a pitiful, sick, tired, and UGLY dog. It was a crying shame.
I thought, "Who will ever adopt THIS dog?"
I went through the motions with her, though: feeding her, walking her, bathing her. I taught her tricks, taught her to run alongside me on my bicycle. She went with me EVERYWHERE.
Gradually, she began filling out, and her hair grew in. Her timid and tired demeanor was quickly replaced by one of love, affection, and loyalty.
I had to admit it, I had fallen in love with the girl.
A couple months later, a family DID fall in love with her; I received the dreaded call.... and flatly refused.
Poohie was mine now; our bond was unbreakable, and still is today.
Through the worst of depressions, Poohie was always there with a "smile", a tail wag, and a kiss for me. She was always reminding me to get outside of my own head, and to enjoy life. To her, life is beautiful. Even through such horrifying circumstances which she endured, she still feels that way.
Everyone who meets her loves her. I know I am biased, but she is loyal, friendly, smart, playful, intuitive, and even sometimes protective. She has become the perfect dog, and in her own way, she is my saviour.
Your Rottie is beautiful! How people can treat animals so cruelly is beyond me. I'm glad you saved her. I wanted a Rottie but was unable to have large dogs in my new place. My dog didn't come to me when I was depressed, but she has been the one thing during my hard times that made me smile. Dogs are freakin awesome.
KStoner6tb
Bluelighter
My best friend...I love this dog man
Her "smiling" at me when I call her..
random close-up
This is the most loyal, obedient dog I've ever owned, or even been around. There may be a little bias there you know, but I'm serious; that dog means everything to me
Her "smiling" at me when I call her..
random close-up
This is the most loyal, obedient dog I've ever owned, or even been around. There may be a little bias there you know, but I'm serious; that dog means everything to me
Pillthrill
Bluelighter
I miss my kitty. He is at the vet and I'm actually home for a change...
Pillthrill
Bluelighter
big doggy. Would eat me!
panic in paradise
Bluelighter
nawww he looks like a sweetie.
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