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[Big K]

i like cats and their self-confident looks :)

i bet that they feels like lions in their houses :))

[THL]

Our GSD puppy has gotten so big!! She is gaining about 2 pounds a week and none of it seems to be chub. She is all leg right now! LoL I forgot how much fun it is to see them grow. One of her erect ears has flopped (I am told that this should stand back up by 6 months of age or so and that they tend to flop when the puppies are teething and growing, but I kinda like it flopped), and the brown is starting to replace the black on her ears and legs. She really is a pretty neat dog.

This was when we first brought her home:


And this was yesterday, 2.5 weeks later:

[snc128]

THL,

Thank you for the Soft Paws recommendation. Beau and Mak are sporting shiny black manly nail covers these days. Here's Beau with his new accessories and his Dark Overlord look.

Mrs. GAU-8

very nice pic.
I got a better one

[Southie]

very nice pic.
I got a better one

Here kitty, kitty! Beautiful!!! :)

[Elbmek]

Cats are not pets, they chose to stay with their servants (us).

[Southie]

The first picture is Jasper "shooting a bird". :)) The second picture is all 4 cats eating breakfast. The only time they all get along! The third picture is Tigger being spoiled. :)

[snc128]

Very nice pictures, Southie, especially the last one. I remembered my cat :(

[Southie]

Very nice pictures, Southie, especially the last one. I remembered my cat :(

Thanks! I'm sorry, did you have a cat like Tigger? What happened, if you don't mind me asking!? :(

[snc128]

Thanks! I'm sorry, did you have a cat like Tigger? What happened, if you don't mind me asking!? :(

Yeah, a very beautiful cat.
I was 10 or 12.cant remember exactly.I was living in an apartment with my fmily and had a cat. Her name was "evcil" which means domestic in English.
Anyway;as usual,neighbours in the aparment were unpleasent because of the cat. some were grumbling because of her feathers, some were too insensitive bla bla bla.on the contrary, my father is a Vet,and knows how to look after pets.
After a while, she had 3 kittens. thus, the neighbours got mad. one day, while I was on way to home in apartment's giant garden, saw her stone like body and got really upset. later, I call my father. he said that she was poisoned. I was just a kid.on those days I understood how a wild world is this.

[omon]

took chucky to a beach, he made new friends,

[THL]

The puppy has been going to puppy classes on Saturdays to learn how to be a better behaved puppy. Last Saturday we were working on the commands "Leave It" and "Drop It". We got home and Mandalay was doing so well with both of them. I was so impressed with how quickly she has been picking up all the usual sit, stays, downs and comes.

Then Chloe, our Russian Blue walked in. So I sat there as our small, petite cat walked slowly across the kitchen, wondering why the canine intruder was not jumping on her. She nervously looked at the puppy and then at me. Just as Chloe and I both thought she was going to make it across the entire length of the kitchen without an incident....it happened.

I kept saying calmly to Mandi "Leave It", "Leave It", "Good Leave It", "Leave It"...which then in a second turned to a frantic "DROP IT!", "DROP IT!", "MANDALAY, DROP CHLOE NOW!!". LoL!!!

She was smothering the cat with dog kisses and puppy drool. Being 7.5 months pregnant and a little larger than I am used to being, it took me a few seconds to be able to get up and get across the kitchen and pry Chloe out of Mandi's loving grasp and giant puppy hug.

[GAU-8]

It's obvious to me that many of you love your dogs. For that reason, I thought it was appropriate to post this here. Never have truer words been spoken of Man's Best Friend:

George Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, but when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case:

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Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.

George Graham Vest - c. 1855

[THL]

Anyone know how to teach a dog to speak on command?

I never had trouble teaching a dog to speak. I got all excited, caused the dog to bark, and treated them when they did. Eventually they got it and spoke on command. I would "catch them in the act" of barking and treat them and say speak. This all worked fine. I thought I was not going to have a problem since Mandi has learned everything else so quickly.

I am trying to get to where I can have Mandi speak at the door when she has to go out, so I need to teach her to speak first. The only times she really barks is in the morning when I put her back in the crate when I get ready for work since everyone else is still sleeping and when she is trying to get the cat to play with her. If she is in the crate and has to go out, like overnight, she whines, but does not bark.

I dont want to reward her barking in the crate in the morning when her and I both know she does not have to go out. I also am hesitant to reward her barking at the cat, since she is usually chasing him at the same time and I dont want her to think that I am rewarding her trying to smother him with puppy slobber.

I worked on it this weekend and I think she is now convinced I am insane. I stood in front of her (my pregnant self with a fractured foot and crutches) and hopped and jumped and got all excited. I even got GOOD treats...I cooked sausage and held it out so she could smell it and knew I had something GREAT. Ya know that dog layed down and fell asleep!! I bored her with my antics!!

So I woke her up and tried again. I tried everything I could think of. I even barked at her. She looked around, embarrased, hoping no one could see her owner, who had obviously gone mad, barking and jumping and getting all excited over a hunk of sausage.

At one point she cocked her head sideways and looked at me like she was very concerned for my mental health.

But I never got a bark out of her.

[Debbie]

I worked on it this weekend and I think she is now convinced I am insane. I stood in front of her (my pregnant self with a fractured foot and crutches) and hopped and jumped and got all excited. I even got GOOD treats...I cooked sausage and held it out so she could smell it and knew I had something GREAT. Ya know that dog layed down and fell asleep!! I bored her with my antics!!

So I woke her up and tried again. I tried everything I could think of. I even barked at her. She looked around, embarrased, hoping no one could see her owner, who had obviously gone mad, barking and jumping and getting all excited over a hunk of sausage.

At one point she cocked her head sideways and looked at me like she was very concerned for my mental health.

But I never got a bark out of her.

Wouldn't happen to have video of this would you?:))

[THL]

Wouldn't happen to have video of this would you?:))

The neighbors might. I am pretty sure that since they have witnessed numerous escapades on our deck and in our back yard, at least one of them has aimed a camera at us.

Over the last few weeks, our yard and deck have become a backdrop to the following:

Me, barefoot in a nightgown, at 3 am swearing, crying and yelling at the garden hose followed by a very tired Confed coming out to hook it up for me so that I could hose down the dog crate as she had an "accident".

Me, wearing crocs and the same above mentioned nightgown, falling and again swearing, crying and yelling at 2 am followed by the puppy barking, me yelling "speak" (any available opportunity) and then Confed coming out to see whats going on only to be yelled at since I thought he scared the dog. A few minutes later, I yell into the house, Confed returns and he is then wandering around, barefoot, in the yard trying to catch the cat Max who escaped in all the chaos.

Me, wearing only shorts and a T-Shirt, standing on the deck at 2 am saying in a very happy tone "Good Potty" to the dog who was piddling in the grass. (This happens at roughly 2-3 am nightly for our neighbors viewing pleasure - with only a slight costume change at each appearance).

Me, pregnant and wearing Mr Potato Head pajama bottoms, a sweatshirt and crocs, outside trying to shovel the snow before confed came home and took the shovel away from me.

And now me, with an ankle brace on, holding a single crutch in one hand and a piece of sausage in the other, jumping up and down mid afternoon on the deck trying to get the puppy (who has fallen asleep in front of me) to bark. I eventually gave up and threw the sausage into the yard.