Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Back To Work

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You can tell from the lateness of this post that I am back to work today. 🙁

Today is also the last day to enter for your chance to win $112 for yourself and $213 for the charity of your choice.

If you haven’t signed up to follow me and a bunch of other AWESOME bloggers on facebook, twitter and google plus this is your last chance, the contest ends tomorrow at 12:01 am!  You can find the links here.

I had originally been waffling between Labs 4 Rescue and Our Companions as my charity of choice should I be the lucky winner.

Then today I came across this video and it really touched me.

You all know how much I love the Labrador breed, but what a lot of you don’t know is my second love is Beagles.

Yes, I’m sorry Labs 4 Rescue and Our Companions but if I win the cash, the money is going to the Beagle Freedom Program.

Have you chosen your charity already?

 

Photo Ops

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My daughter had a friend who is a great photographer, she is not professional but she could be.  At last count I think she had three cameras, of which her little point and shoot is always in her back pocket.  She never misses an opportunity to take a picture.

Once one of the girls walked out of the bathroom at a wedding with a piece of toilet paper stuck to their shoe, she took a picture.  When the toilet paper fell off in the middle of the dance floor, she took a picture of it, then each of the girls, posed with the toilet paper.

One time she and my daughter went on vacation and locked their purses in someone’s trunk, when they went to get it out, the trunk slammed down on her nose, as the blood ran down her face my daughter said, “Hold on X, I’ll take your picture.”   They really took the picture, I saw it.

For me the picture taking isn’t as easy, case in point today.  I took the dogs for a nice long walk, so they would be good and sleepy this afternoon while I did my Christmas prep.

I was preoccupied with thoughts of what I needed to accomplish when I noticed the dogs intently sniffing about 15 or 20 feet off the trail.

They both ran back to the trail and I caught up with them and that was when I noticed that Delilah had a stick in her mouth.  I thought, that’s odd she doesn’t normally carry sticks, as I got closer I realized there was fur on it.  I remember thinking, is that chipmunk fur on the stick, how the hell did that get on there.  Then I realized what it was.  A piece of a deer’s leg.

I wish I’d thought to take her picture with it, she was so proud of her prize,  but all I could think of was getting it away from her.

“Drop it, drop it”

She held fast.

“Leave it.”

Nothing.

“Sit!”

She sat.

“Hey pretty, give that to mama and I’ll give you this people cracker.”

Are you on crack?  This is a friggin deer leg, a deer leg! I am not giving up this deer leg.  I could almost hear her.

I had to pry it out of her mouth, and then I gave her the people cracker.

That’s when I thought to take the picture.

Once I had it, I wasn’t sure what to do with it.  I didn’t want to toss it into the woods, because I knew she would just go back and find it.

So I carried it home.  I know, pretty freakin disgusting if you ask me, but I did find out what keeps my dogs in a heel position.  All I have to do is carry a deer bone with me. 🙂

Whatever you’re doing tonight, we hope you enjoy it as much as a dog enjoys a deer leg. 🙂

Merry Christmas Eve!!!

My Opinion

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Before you read any further I’d like to say this is an opinion piece for my participation in 31 days to a better blog.   I  tried to state myself clearly and non-offensively, but I didn’t want to make it too sweet because after all it is an opinion piece.  If I offend anyone I apologize.

This is the conversation that took place on Monday (at work) between me and my friend J.

J was very excited, “Oh my God, guess what?”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he blurted out, “K and A got a puppy!”

“Really, what kind?”  I’m sure my response showed a limited amount of enthusiasm.

“A puggle, he’s sooooo cute.”

“Where did she get him from?”

“A breeder in Massachusetts.”

“Really?  A breeder?” I’m sure there was disappointment in my tone.

Ok, I sort of summed up the conversation because I can’t really remember the whole thing.

Then yesterday we had another conversation.

“K might bring the puppy in!”

“Really, when?” I asked, this time there was excitement in my voice, I mean who doesn’t want the opportunity for those sweet little puppy kisses. 🙂

“Well, first you have to promise that you won’t say anything to her about where she got the puppy from, she’s sick of hearing people tell her she should have rescued.”

(I guess I’ve been on my soap box before.)

“I would never do that!” I exclaimed and went on to explain, “I don’t have a problem with RESPONSIBLE breeders, it’s the people who run puppy mills, that have many dogs that they constantly breed that I have issue with.”

Some of my best blogging buddies have bred or purchased dogs from breeders, that doesn’t mean I look down or judge them.   Certain dogs are bred for a purpose, to fulfill a need such as hunting dogs like the 2BrownDawgs. The 2BrownDawgs were procured from RESPONSIBLE breeders.  How do I know the breeder is responsible, because the breeder has maintained a relationship with the 2BrownDawgs owners.  They actually care about those puppies and the homes the puppies go to.

On the flip side both of my sisters unknowingly purchased dogs from puppy mills.

My first sister wanted a JackRat (a cross between a Jack Russell and a Rat Terrier) she found a breeder in North Carolina and when she got there she realized it was a puppy mill. 🙁  Poor little Bandit he had never walked outside of his crate.

My other sister got a dog from *shudder* Missouri, she said “Oh she’s not a puppy mill, she says she’s not.”  But when you look at the website and see the variations of designer dogs up there, well you know that she is.  The dog was sent by air and was so freaked out in the crate that he vomited on himself (which could have been air sickness) and he is now terrified of crates.

When she took him to the vet neither of his testicles had dropped, and he had a growth on his lip.  Her vet said, “Call her up and tell her she shouldn’t breed his parents anymore.”

See the difference?

Do I want more dogs to be rescued?  Of course I do. I see so many dogs with such potential being abandoned and discarded and it breaks my heart, but I also realize the value in breeding certain dogs to fulfill certain needs.

So when K finally brings little Pugsly in, I won’t say anything to her about where she bought her dog from, but what I will say is, “REALLY, with a face that cute, you couldn’t come up with a more original name than Pugsly?”

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