What are your fav memories of your dogs?

[imissmydog]

Call me crazy but some of my favorites or when we would come home to a trashbag torn with food all over the deck or floor.

Or when we put bread on in yard for the birds, and Brandy ate it.

 

[gibbrishclown]

I like the one where I came home to find Tonic (a puppy at the time) had recently outgrown the cat door and was stuck half in half out swinging the door...lmao... she was a hoot.

Or the one where Killian and Brandy (my ex's mean ole dogs) attacked Corona, and Proof helped me break it up. She tried to pull Corona out by the scruff of the neck, and once I got Killian off Corona and onto my arm, Proof attacked Brandy and kept her away from Corona. It was a bad experience, adn I wish I hadn't tried to fight Proof off of Corona while I was fighting off the other two, but the whole thing showed me that Proof was there to do what was right...*I love that dog.

 

[2BlackDogs]

I had a lab/rottie mix that would get in the trash can but she would only take the empty 2 liter soda bottles. They where her soccor balls. She would kick them with her front paws and chase them. She sounded like a herd of Buffalo when she chased it!

 

[Gustav]

My fav is rounding the corner one day on a walk, where Gus had run on ahead only to find him on his back legs dancing in an attempt to get sandwiches out of fishermen... He also apparently gave both paws, a doggy smile and said "Please" before resorting to the big guns... I should never have taught that dog to dance! LOL!

Oh, and it worked... he got the sandwiches!!

 

[Buddy'sParents]

When Buddy came home from the hospital and I knew in my heart that he was going to survive... <sigh> love my little man!

 

[StillandSilent]

Lilly's first snow. She was three monthes old, a tiny little beagle, in a chicago snowstorm. She had a wee little jacket to keep her warm. She played and played. Now all it takes is a hint of snow and she turns back into a pup.
When Radar met the cat. He came running up, and I let the cat our of his carrier. They both just stared until the cat ran for his life. Poor Radar ran to his mommy because he wasn't quite sure what this terrible sickly, skinny animal was. The Puss got his strength back and started chasing Radar. Now they run through the house with first one chasing then the other.

 

[gibbrishclown]

Lilly's first snow. She was three monthes old, a tiny little beagle, in a chicago snowstorm. She had a wee little jacket to keep her warm. She played and played. Now all it takes is a hint of snow and she turns back into a pup.
When Radar met the cat. He came running up, and I let the cat our of his carrier. They both just stared until the cat ran for his life. Poor Radar ran to his mommy because he wasn't quite sure what this terrible sickly, skinny animal was. The Puss got his strength back and started chasing Radar. Now they run through the house with first one chasing then the other.

I loved playing in the snow with my dogs. I love to have snowball fights with them...Last year we moved to NC and didn't get ANY snow last winter... I suppose the beach could make up for that... if I could find one that'd let me let them play on it that is!!

I also love watching my dogs with the cats too... especially Proof, who is obsessed with cats and small animals.

 

[casablanca1]

It's funny, but the disasters and blatant disregard for human standards do stick in your mind. The night before Thanksgiving, my sister baked a pair of pumpkin pies and left them out in the back room to cool (back room is like an ice cube). I awake to an uproar. One pie is completely eaten out, all the filling gone, and the crust licked clean. The culprit was immediately obvious, despite her disdainful "what? why are you screaming at me?" expression, because the bright orange filling was clearly evident on her white face. My sister still gets cranky when I mention that. Then there was the Thanksgiving when I, moved by some impulse toward efficiency, decided to give Mickey the organs that come wrapped inside the turkey, and which my mother always discarded before cooking. I put her out back with them, assuming she'd eat them since she's half terrier and half husky and entirely predatory-acting. No. I go to bring her in, and they're lying on the ground, ignored and, since it was an early winter, already frozen solid. She spent the next few weeks playing hockey with the turkey organs until a thaw reduced them to grossness. She never ate them, which should have told me that her fierceness was mostly an act, but I didn't figure it out until the night she helpfully retrieved a possum for me, and instead of a mangled terrier treat, that marsupial looked like he'd been in the jaws of a butter-mouthed Lab.

 

[oc_spirit]

I had confronted someone in my front yard and our emotions had run rampant to the point that both of us were in tears yet full of anger. At the end of our dispute I trudged into the backyard and collapsed just inside the gate literally crying my eyes out. soon I felt two tongues washing my face, licking every last tear away. I open my eyes to find both boys looking at me inquisitively before going back to their jobs of licking the tears off my face. I smiled and gave a little laugh and they both snuggled up to me laying thier heads in my lap. When the crying ceased they got up and started acting all goofy and pupp-ish which always makes me laugh.

I also am awed every time either or both the boys stand in my defense. They know wo is good and who is bad and they make it thier personal duty to drive away all who are bad from me. Havent had to do it much at all but when they do it warms my heart to know they care and will always protect me.

Oh ya and I can never forget when I lost myself in a snowstorm during a race and Ronan and Lady found the way to the finish line and back to the truck on their own with no commands from me.

 

[Sadie'smama]

Well, we've only had Sadie a little over 3 months. But I love it when she climbs up in my lap to get kisses and she barely fits. She's only 5 months old, but weighs about 45 pounds and doesn't fit in my lap anymore. So I sit and hold her with all her legs dangling off the side