When somebody says that they hate dogs, i have to wonder.... Are they just saying that? Or are they really that bitter and truly hate love and companionship... Who knows...ill never understand people like that
for real dogs are probably the most reliable domestic animal that can indiscriminately demonstrate unconditional love. only requirement: feed them and take them for walks.
cats on the other hand can do the same but have a greater chance of being ungrateful. u know its true
ive got a shepherd/rott mix and he's awesome, really cute and handsome, plus obedient and nice and loves people, never pulled on the leash at all and loves squeaking his toys at me when i get home
love cats too, i really just love animals. i never got why people werent connected to animals but some people just aren't drawn to them, usually just scared or cant deal with them or both
people usually say, i dunno why you like dogs, they just are loud and scratch you and are in the way, and smell, don't offer anything. same people usually aren't that into nature and stuff too I've found but some people love nature but hate animals ~_~ people are confusing. but i think its mostly cause they suck at interacting with animals, usually cause they never grew up with any and have no practice or they harbor some sort of resentment because of a few animals they met in the past scratched them or barked too loud in their ear or something
anyways omg newfies and there was this corgi/collie mix puppy today that was so pretty and sweet and she still had puppy breath 2
keep ur head up or down whatevers most comfortable idk but ya i repsect u cuz u respect others and we all have opinions to share, so respect one another and keep being urself or someone else watever
Originally posted by ~Tao of Dossar
I never self-reflect, and therefore, I have no negative thoughts about myself. However I am also aware about my successes.
I had a newfoundland when I was growing up, he found us (he was technically a chow/newfie mix, but still...)
He became the neighborhood dog, he'd be there when I woke up and would greet me, I'd feed him and play with him for a bit then go to school, then he'd join my neighbors on their walk to guide them (they were older and we lived out in the country, so I guess he assumed they needed help), then would go visit the neighbors about half a mile down where the kids would ride on him and stuff. Snow would come and he'd rescue the kids if they got stuck by wandering over to them and letting them hold onto him while he was dragging them out of the deep snow. If we went fishing, he'd go swimming with us, and the only time I ever heard him howl (or even bark viciously) was when a siren went off while watching Halloween 2 (the original) and it startled him.
He did that for years, never had any complaints with him, he was always the sweetest dog. When he was probably 10, I was in college, and I got a phone call. My dad was telling me that my cousin had been coming up the drive and smacked him, knocking his hip out (which is fixable, mind you) and that he was in a lot of pain. So I assumed "hey, I'll come down to see him, then they'll get him fixed up, and everything will be okay!"
about 2 hours after telling my dad that I was coming down, my stepmother called me and said "Don't come down, we put him to sleep." *Click* That was the end to my dog, Mister B (Mister Big Black Dog, I didnt name him). Put down because my stepmom couldnt stand the idea of me coming down to see him.
This isn't the first time that she'd done something like that, she refused to take my mom's old mini schnauzer to the vet "because it was expensive" and gave it sleeping pills until it died. It took something ridiculous like 40 pills, the first 20 they gave him just perked him up and he was back to being his old self. My mom also had a malamut who was named Riley (Riley! Whats your name? Rahreh Roo!) that she refused to give heart worm pills, so, again, the malamut, the most majestic dog I'd ever seen, died when he was like 5.
keep ur head up or down whatevers most comfortable idk but ya i repsect u cuz u respect others and we all have opinions to share, so respect one another and keep being urself or someone else watever
Originally posted by ~Tao of Dossar
I never self-reflect, and therefore, I have no negative thoughts about myself. However I am also aware about my successes.
If I weren't too lazy I'd scan a photo of the dog I grew up with, Moki. She was a mutt, but she looked like a border collie/corgi mix with long hair. Sooo full of energy and would jump up on everyone, but was great with toddlers who didn't know better and would pull her fur. I have a framed photo of her next to my desk, but none of my family, friends or husband. >>
No pets right now. As soon as I'm in a house that's gonna change.
I had a newfoundland when I was growing up, he found us (he was technically a chow/newfie mix, but still...)
He became the neighborhood dog, he'd be there when I woke up and would greet me, I'd feed him and play with him for a bit then go to school, then he'd join my neighbors on their walk to guide them (they were older and we lived out in the country, so I guess he assumed they needed help), then would go visit the neighbors about half a mile down where the kids would ride on him and stuff. Snow would come and he'd rescue the kids if they got stuck by wandering over to them and letting them hold onto him while he was dragging them out of the deep snow. If we went fishing, he'd go swimming with us, and the only time I ever heard him howl (or even bark viciously) was when a siren went off while watching Halloween 2 (the original) and it startled him.
He did that for years, never had any complaints with him, he was always the sweetest dog. When he was probably 10, I was in college, and I got a phone call. My dad was telling me that my cousin had been coming up the drive and smacked him, knocking his hip out (which is fixable, mind you) and that he was in a lot of pain. So I assumed "hey, I'll come down to see him, then they'll get him fixed up, and everything will be okay!"
about 2 hours after telling my dad that I was coming down, my stepmother called me and said "Don't come down, we put him to sleep." *Click* That was the end to my dog, Mister B (Mister Big Black Dog, I didnt name him). Put down because my stepmom couldnt stand the idea of me coming down to see him.
This isn't the first time that she'd done something like that, she refused to take my mom's old mini schnauzer to the vet "because it was expensive" and gave it sleeping pills until it died. It took something ridiculous like 40 pills, the first 20 they gave him just perked him up and he was back to being his old self. My mom also had a malamut who was named Riley (Riley! Whats your name? Rahreh Roo!) that she refused to give heart worm pills, so, again, the malamut, the most majestic dog I'd ever seen, died when he was like 5.
If you didn't, you should have come visit them anyway to slap her.
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Grew up with always having rotts, and they're pretty awesome, but are stubborn as hell, which can be kind of a pain. My favorite dog I've owned was a Pitt, best damn dog ever. Can take a beating when playing, has infinite energy, aren't so smart they're annoying or so dumb they're impossible to teach, and you can actually rely on it to defend your house. Hate hounds (boo wooo woooooooooooo all day -_-) and most small breeds, and sheps are kinda neurotic for my tastes but they're okay otherwise. Thinking about getting a Doberman, but I've never actually met one so yeah.
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