Frosty Momma!

[codexsmom]

During the hectic call off of my engagement last month, I lost the phone number of the breeder that blessed me with Codex and Bonkers. So, I was walking around in my grocery store, and I saw her! She gladly gave me the number. Bonkers was then 6 months old.

We scheduled a playdate for the breeder (let's call her Sarah). Sarah would bring over Bonker's mom and unadopted sister, and Codex's sister and 9 week old nieces.

It was a big event. Not seeing her mom for nearly 3 and a half years, Codex was a bit confused when seeing her mom Bridgette, but she recognized her sister. She took instantly to her mother, nieces and sister.

Bonkers, however, went completely... well... bonkers!:lol-sign: He played with his sister the whole time. I guess over the months I didn't notice how rough Bonkers could get, and he ended up pinning Penny, his sister, to the ground. She yelped in pain, and before Sarah or me could do anything, momma stepped in!

Bonker's mom Te-Te lifted Bonkers up by the scruff, and (miraculously) managed to carry her son to a corner, and barked at him so much he didn't move 20 minutes after Te-Te left. Bonkers and Penny got along great, but I was realy amazed with Codex.

She bonded with nearly everyone, and that day I even managed to joke about my engagement, which had been called off because...

A) my fiance was mad for my dog pulling my ring off during play and swallowing it (surgically removed)
B) When Codex started growling and sitting on my foot one time when he showed up on my door, I told him an excuse and said I was busy. He says I'm a retard for trusting my dog more than him after he figured out it was an excuse.

Something about my dogs just amazes me. Their memory of their family and their incredible sense of danger! Codex and Bonkers are my two best friends and I trust their word - bark - more than my laywer's.

 

[Ratboy]

The recognition thing always amazes me too. King and Molly come from a litter of 13 surviving pups. We have run into at least 8 for sure, they got them from the "breeder" at her house, so we knew for sure, plus they are in a pic I have with 10 of the pups in a bathtub.

When King has run into any of the littermates, by smell I guess, he instantly goes into a terrible sounding whining, and gets very excited, even more than usual when he meets a friendly dog. The last "sister" we ran into was at a frame shop. I was taking a nice picture a co-worker had painted of my last dog, Gus, a pit mix, and was framing it for a Mother's day present. Inside the shop was a dog that looked a lot like a heavier Molly, and I asked the owner where she got her. It all pretty much lined up, the last 6 pups when to one of the local animal adoption places soon after we took King and Molly, and she had heard that the pups came from the same very tiny town, Lime City, Oh.

I brought King in to see if he would recognize it after over 8 years apart. The other dog was like Molly would have been, a very deep bark, hair up on her back and on the muscle, at first. King took one sniff, and started screaming like he was being stabbed, and then the other dog did the same thing and got all wiggly too. They licked each other's eyes and then after a few minutes King got obnoxious, and we had to get them apart, she wasn't liking King's version of "playing" and she was getting pretty annoyed by his very rough play.

We run into another of the sisters once in a while, she's black and white in the Husky pattern (Making the theory that dad was the neighbor's Husky probably a good bet), and is very rough, so King and her get along really well. When they play, it sounds as if they are killing each other. A lot of bumping and pushing each other and snarling and growling.

Molly and her are not good together, with or without King being around. The first time it took a long time for either one of them to calm down, but the second time, without King being there, it was about the same, but the other dog's wanting to get rough got Molly upset, and she threw some punches before we got them apart. Molly's feelings are very easy to see, King hides his pretty well compared to her.

 

[Barb04]

Great story. I think a lot of us trust our pets more than people sometimes. Our pets can definitely have a sense of good and bad in people.

They do have great recognition. My first dog, Fluffy, only met my older brother for a short time (few weeks) before he was off to Europe in the Air Force for 4 years. The day he came back home, Fluffy cried tears of joy and peed all over the floor when she saw him.