Dog Lovers Thread



I'm getting the feeling maybe the dog should have been giving the girl the blow-dry instead.

And that maybe the dog had aspirations of giving her just a wee bit more.
 


The woman does not appear well. I think she was cracking up. A clear case of dog-psychoses. Get the lady a Valium.

ITMT, all she had to do was put her hand over the dog's snout and he quickly would not have been able to get enough air and would have had to release his grip.

Now, someone get that poor lady a doctor.
 


I probably would have jerked the dog off, kept the ball and walked away leaving him thinking he gave away his prized possession, circled the block and came back in 5 minutes and surprised him.
 
The couch scene.....I ever tell you about Frenchy, the Cairn Terrier?

Let the beatings begin. The best one was where the dog took a dump on the kitchen floor then stood there motionless in a pose like he thought not moving might make him invisible.

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I've heard the theory that a lot of this destructiveness comes from separation anxiety. Animals get so stressed at being in the house, left alone not knowing if or when their owners were coming back that they end up destroying the place.
 
I've heard the theory that a lot of this destructiveness comes from separation anxiety. Animals get so stressed at being in the house, left alone not knowing if or when their owners were coming back that they end up destroying the place.
Frenchy did in two couches. Made the one in the video look an amateur. Seat and back filling from two all over the place. He had a good time. I fenced him off after that. He was named for Frenchy Fuqua because he was little, black and fast.
 
Frenchy did in two couches. Made the one in the video look an amateur. Seat and back filling from two all over the place. He had a good time. I fenced him off after that. He was named for Frenchy Fuqua because he was little, black and fast.

Wasn't Fuqua a Pittsburgh Steeler?

I could never put up with such destruction in my house. Some dogs are just not suited to live in the home. If a dog went ape on me like that, not only would he dearly regret it (if an animal does not respect you, and by respect, have a little FEAR of you), you will never control them; there HAS to be consequences. They HAVE to know the fear/reward ratio for such behavior is just too high not to inhibit it, along with training.

Short of that, some dogs are just too big, too high energy that even if you train them, tire them out, you still cannot leave them alone or in the house. They must go outside, in a dog house, garage, basement, somewhere.

Honestly with some big dogs, the only, best way to own them is if you have a really big, enclosed yard they can roam in, and come home, go in through a dog door, and crash in their own dog pad area made for them.
 
Wasn't Fuqua a Pittsburgh Steeler?

I could never put up with such destruction in my house. Some dogs are just not suited to live in the home. If a dog went ape on me like that, not only would he dearly regret it (if an animal does not respect you, and by respect, have a little FEAR of you), you will never control them; there HAS to be consequences. They HAVE to know the fear/reward ratio for such behavior is just too high not to inhibit it, along with training.

Short of that, some dogs are just too big, too high energy that even if you train them, tire them out, you still cannot leave them alone or in the house. They must go outside, in a dog house, garage, basement, somewhere.

Honestly with some big dogs, the only, best way to own them is if you have a really big, enclosed yard they can roam in, and come home, go in through a dog door, and crash in their own dog pad area made for them.
I got him from a family who knew jack about raising a dog. They told me they put paper in the kitchen and he never bothered going on it, went where he pleased, as in he was supposed to be programed to know. He came around, it took some effort. He lived 14 years. Liked beer too. He was a pistol.

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Frenchy Fuqua.
 
He lived 14 years. Liked beer too. He was a pistol.

Nothing beats a drunk dog. You got beer? You drink this shit? Stuff is horrible, but if you drink it, it must be good enough for me too. Putting some in my bowl? Yessir, I will lap that stuff right up. Your wish is my command. Wheeeeeeee! I feel dogalicious!

Just gotta admire the trust.



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The dog-tube. Notice after he comes down he looks at it and barks.
The dog translation:
  1. After sliding down he looks at the tube to
    1. Make sure he is out of it and the tube really is empty.
    2. Make sure no other dogs used it behind him.
  2. Then he barks. That is to
    1. Let you know he is down. Welcome to the 1st floor. Wow, what an exhilaration! He knows that dog tube was put there for him and he appreciates it.
    2. Bark in thanks of appreciation. He must really rate with mom to get his own dog tube in the house. Gonna have to find you a good bone or tree branch now for Mother's Day.
Now if only you'd get the Old Man busy on finishing that electric-powered dumb waiter to take him back up to the 2nd floor--- I mean, you can certainly not still expect him to use the stairs like a common dog now still, can you?
 


Now that was one creepy dog. Like he has been through some really hard past times, or was bringing some really strange times with him to you. I'm not sure I would want to turn out the lights with my door open with him in the house.

I think I'd have to shave him down to within a 1/4" of his skin like a pink little bulb, then hose him down with a fire hose of hot, soapy lye soap to exorcise his spirit until his every last pour was clean to the bottom, then start him out all fresh on life with an all new regime of food, healthcare, exercise, and attention and see if that doesn't jolt his jolly.


Shape 'em up or ship 'em out.
 
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