Since most of my Goldens were of my breeding I knew them from day one . With Ollie , after losing Chip ,he screamed Golden through his eyes and smile and I just knew that he was sent to me . Believe me I was a purebred Golden snob !!! Me with a mutt ??!! Yup , after a Champion line of Goldens for over 65 years I have a wonderful 1/2 Golden !!!
What attracted you to your dog?
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My husband picked Maya. I wanted one of her siblings that was slightly darker in color. I had told him that he could have the final say though, since this would be "his" dog. LOL I only think he picked her b/c she was the one he was holding and it's hard not to fall in love with a very sweet puppy in your arms. Now I have a stronger bond with her than he does. I didn't think we were ready for a dog at the time, and I am thankful every day that I said yes when Chris wanted to get her.
I didn't think it was time for a second dog when we got Murphy, but I had been torturing myself by going to shelters and looking through petfinder for weeks. The week before we got him we had looked at another boxer at the pound, but he didn't have the boxer personality I was looking for (they said he was purebred, but I'm pretty sure he was a mix). When it came to Murphy I just knew he was ours. His previous name was Zeus, which is the name of the dog I got when I was 15, who my parents still have and I found him on my grandparents wedding anniversary about 2 years after my grandfather passed away. It just felt right. We were looking for a dog for my husband's grandmother, and as soon as I saw him in the kennel I told my husband to get someone to bring him out. He was everything I was looking for and more. He was so happy and so sweet, despite having been dumped by his family only days before. When he walked up to my 1 year old brother in law and gave him a big kiss it sealed the deal. Within 5 minutes of having him in the room we were filling out the paperwork and calling the vet to get proof of Maya's rabies vaccination faxed over. Oddly enough, even though he is the dog I wanted for years, he is more my husband's dog than mine.
I'm pretty convinced that the dogs that our meant to be ours find their way to us. I begged for a dog for years as a kid, and was always told no. Then all of a sudden during a festival in the town I grew up in my mom fell in love with our Keeshond, Zeus. She was always the one that said no dogs, but she had to have him. She says she fell in love with his face, which was the darkest of all the puppies. He is the most gentle, loving dog I have ever met. Sadly his time with us is almost up, probably within the next 1-2 months. Mom swears up and down he is their last dog, but I secretly hope she falls in love with another dog some day and just has to have it.
I didn't think it was time for a second dog when we got Murphy, but I had been torturing myself by going to shelters and looking through petfinder for weeks. The week before we got him we had looked at another boxer at the pound, but he didn't have the boxer personality I was looking for (they said he was purebred, but I'm pretty sure he was a mix). When it came to Murphy I just knew he was ours. His previous name was Zeus, which is the name of the dog I got when I was 15, who my parents still have and I found him on my grandparents wedding anniversary about 2 years after my grandfather passed away. It just felt right. We were looking for a dog for my husband's grandmother, and as soon as I saw him in the kennel I told my husband to get someone to bring him out. He was everything I was looking for and more. He was so happy and so sweet, despite having been dumped by his family only days before. When he walked up to my 1 year old brother in law and gave him a big kiss it sealed the deal. Within 5 minutes of having him in the room we were filling out the paperwork and calling the vet to get proof of Maya's rabies vaccination faxed over. Oddly enough, even though he is the dog I wanted for years, he is more my husband's dog than mine.
I'm pretty convinced that the dogs that our meant to be ours find their way to us. I begged for a dog for years as a kid, and was always told no. Then all of a sudden during a festival in the town I grew up in my mom fell in love with our Keeshond, Zeus. She was always the one that said no dogs, but she had to have him. She says she fell in love with his face, which was the darkest of all the puppies. He is the most gentle, loving dog I have ever met. Sadly his time with us is almost up, probably within the next 1-2 months. Mom swears up and down he is their last dog, but I secretly hope she falls in love with another dog some day and just has to have it.
What drew me to Gonzo was his desperate need for some one to love him... a frail, insecure, whiney little adolescent. He was not the cutest Border Collie puppy in the world, by a longshot. But he made up for it in the way he clung to me and needed me from the moment I met him. I needed him just as much.
I was drawn to Fozzie by the happiness that radiated from him. I could tell that he was made for me, from a couple of fuzzy Petfinder pictures. I found his listing the DAY after I found out that the Cardi puppy I had reserved was going to the stud owner, the DAY that his listing was put up, and he was everything I had been looking for in a Cardigan puppy. He was so confident and unphased by anything, in those pictures and from the moment we met. He snuggled up to me the first time I held him, and would not go back to his foster parents to even say goodbye (in true, hurtful, sassy Fozzie fashion). I carried him around the Petsmart his rescue was at, picking out toys, and he acted like he owned the place and had known me forever. He just fit, and I knew his confidence/goofiness would be good for me and for Gonzo.
I was drawn to Fozzie by the happiness that radiated from him. I could tell that he was made for me, from a couple of fuzzy Petfinder pictures. I found his listing the DAY after I found out that the Cardi puppy I had reserved was going to the stud owner, the DAY that his listing was put up, and he was everything I had been looking for in a Cardigan puppy. He was so confident and unphased by anything, in those pictures and from the moment we met. He snuggled up to me the first time I held him, and would not go back to his foster parents to even say goodbye (in true, hurtful, sassy Fozzie fashion). I carried him around the Petsmart his rescue was at, picking out toys, and he acted like he owned the place and had known me forever. He just fit, and I knew his confidence/goofiness would be good for me and for Gonzo.
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I first seen Teddy and his siblings when they were days old and was over at the breeders all the time.I wasn't going to get a pup and if I did I would have wanted his 1 brother but he was spoken for and when I decided to get one I fell in love with Teddy.Best thing I ever did.A week after coming home (just around the corner) The breeder came over and Teddy didn't really want anything to do with her he was a mommas boy right from the start.
We drove 3 hours to get Maddie. I had my choice between 2 girls and 2 boys (the rest were spoken for). I knew I wanted a female. One of the boys almost won, he kept crawling up my body, but Maddie was such a lover and I liked her coloring better then the other girl.
She was happy just being in my lap. I was getting her for my husband, since my heart dog had to be put down a year before, and I just didn't think I could truly love another dog like Misty. We had a very sick cocker inbetween Misty and Maddie, and I really didn't want to go through having a dog again. Hubby convinced me that going with an ESS would help, as I knew a cocker would never work for me again (although they are my favorite).
So Maddie came home, and I can honestly say that she is fun and makes me laugh enough times a day to outweigh the puppy stage. I am very attached to her.
She was happy just being in my lap. I was getting her for my husband, since my heart dog had to be put down a year before, and I just didn't think I could truly love another dog like Misty. We had a very sick cocker inbetween Misty and Maddie, and I really didn't want to go through having a dog again. Hubby convinced me that going with an ESS would help, as I knew a cocker would never work for me again (although they are my favorite).
So Maddie came home, and I can honestly say that she is fun and makes me laugh enough times a day to outweigh the puppy stage. I am very attached to her.
Jon and I had been watching the website for our local Humane Society, and when we saw there were a couple new litters of puppies available, we went to take a look.
Originally, I was determined to get a girl dog, and name her Lexi. LOL! There was a litter of three I had spotted on the Humane Society's website, two girl and one boy. When we got there, though, there were only two puppies left in the kennel, the boy (named Rocky) and one girl. However, the remaining girl's info card had already been pulled, meaning that she was on hold for a potential adopter.
I was a bit disappointed, and we went around to look at the other puppies/dogs. We were there for quite a while, played with a few pups, so on and so forth. Eventually we made our way back to where we started, Rocky's kennel. Immediatly as we arrived, a staff member came to collect the girl puppy for her new home. As she was carried away, Rocky was left all alone. And what did he do?
He sat down in the middle of the floor and let out this sad little baby howl. (It makes me tear up just to remember it!)
So I crouched down on the floor, leaning my face into the kennel, and told him not to be sad. He responded by standing up on his hind legs to reach me, and lick my nose.
I looked at Jon. Jon picked up the last info card on the kennel door. We put a hold on Rocky that day, brought him home two days later, and renamed him Morgan.
Originally, I was determined to get a girl dog, and name her Lexi. LOL! There was a litter of three I had spotted on the Humane Society's website, two girl and one boy. When we got there, though, there were only two puppies left in the kennel, the boy (named Rocky) and one girl. However, the remaining girl's info card had already been pulled, meaning that she was on hold for a potential adopter.
I was a bit disappointed, and we went around to look at the other puppies/dogs. We were there for quite a while, played with a few pups, so on and so forth. Eventually we made our way back to where we started, Rocky's kennel. Immediatly as we arrived, a staff member came to collect the girl puppy for her new home. As she was carried away, Rocky was left all alone. And what did he do?
He sat down in the middle of the floor and let out this sad little baby howl. (It makes me tear up just to remember it!)
So I crouched down on the floor, leaning my face into the kennel, and told him not to be sad. He responded by standing up on his hind legs to reach me, and lick my nose.
I looked at Jon. Jon picked up the last info card on the kennel door. We put a hold on Rocky that day, brought him home two days later, and renamed him Morgan.
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This is going to sound terrible, but the thing that first attracted me to Argon (who was then named Fred) was that he wasn't staying! I picked him up to foster as a favor to the rescue I used to work at. I met him first that afternoon.
Here he was, this skinny, ugly little monster who was in seclusion because of his DA, had nasty ears, a tiny head, buggy eyes, a poor coat and was absolutly terrified of everything. I believe my exact words were "Oh, he's soooooo ugly."
I had plans for later, so I agreed to come get him that evening. When I came back, he wagged his little tail at me. We had an hours drive home, and he just laid down in the seat, so happy to be out of the shelter system and have a soft blanket and someone to pay attention to him. That was the first little bit of love.
Now, six months later, he still has a tiny head. But a beautiful coat, good ears, pretty brown eyes and much, much less issues with other dogs (save puppies- he hates puppies with a passion). When I watch him do his high stepping prance when he's happy, there isn't a dog in the word more beautiful that my Argon.
The home that gets him will have to be absolutly spectacular, because they are going to have to go through me to get him, and I won't let him go to anything less than perfection.
Here he was, this skinny, ugly little monster who was in seclusion because of his DA, had nasty ears, a tiny head, buggy eyes, a poor coat and was absolutly terrified of everything. I believe my exact words were "Oh, he's soooooo ugly."
I had plans for later, so I agreed to come get him that evening. When I came back, he wagged his little tail at me. We had an hours drive home, and he just laid down in the seat, so happy to be out of the shelter system and have a soft blanket and someone to pay attention to him. That was the first little bit of love.
Now, six months later, he still has a tiny head. But a beautiful coat, good ears, pretty brown eyes and much, much less issues with other dogs (save puppies- he hates puppies with a passion). When I watch him do his high stepping prance when he's happy, there isn't a dog in the word more beautiful that my Argon.
The home that gets him will have to be absolutly spectacular, because they are going to have to go through me to get him, and I won't let him go to anything less than perfection.
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I just realized why I chose my dog...what drew you to your dog?
I just realized why I chose my dog...what drew you to your dog?
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The link above is a picture of Tramp from Lady and the Tramp (disney movie). My favorite movie as a child.
Look at those ears. She reminded me of him. Its funny how it can go back to childhood perceptions you know they way we see things now
This is Sasha
To me she just has some similar looks to her (especially the ears) and I guess when I always pictured a dog that was what I thought of.
Anyways what attracted you to your dog
I just realized why I chose my dog...what drew you to your dog?
http://www.geocities.com/lee_steve_uk/lady2.jpg
The link above is a picture of Tramp from Lady and the Tramp (disney movie). My favorite movie as a child.
Look at those ears. She reminded me of him. Its funny how it can go back to childhood perceptions you know they way we see things now
This is Sasha
To me she just has some similar looks to her (especially the ears) and I guess when I always pictured a dog that was what I thought of.
Anyways what attracted you to your dog
I think we just did a thread like this no less than a day ago. http://www.chazhound.com/forums/t99155/
http://www.chazhound.com/forums/t99155/APOLLO-Soon after I turned 18 years old, my friend Rich asked me to move in with him. I said yes almost immediately because he said I would be able to get a dog. It was Thursday night, a day before I moved in with Rich. We were walking downtown and stopped by the local pet shop where I would buy my puppy (This was 1973 before I knew anything about puppy mills and the owner did not buy from them. All the dogs they sold were mutts and under $25.00 or so). I saw a dog which looked like a German shepherd. I made up my mind to buy that one. However, I could not take my eyes off of a playful puppy. She was pawing at another dog. When Saturday came, I went to the pet shop. When I asked the owner if the dog I looked at a couple of days earlier was a German shepherd and to my disappointment he replied no. Then I asked him about the playful puppy I noticed days before. The owner replied she was mostly sheep dog. She was so playful, I decided she was the dog for me. When I asked the owner of the pet shop how much he wanted for her he replied $18.00. I paid him $18.00 and took her home with me where I named her Apollo. For the next 18 years and except for two or three months, Apollo never left my side.
APOLLO-1973-1991
DYLAN-It was six months since Apollo passed on and I wanted to get another dog. My landlord suggested either a Golden or a Labrador retriever. I decided on getting a Golden retriever. My landlord knew of a couple that raised Golden retrievers and he gave me their phone number. It turned out I knew the breeder's wife quite well. When I got to the breeder's house, I was taken to the basement where ten Golden retriever puppies were kept. The breeder opened their cage and all of them jumped on me pulling and tugging at my clothing. The breeder put eight of the puppies, who were already spoken for, back in the cage and showed me two of them that were still available. I did not know which one of the two I wanted until the breeder told me about one of them. It seems that this one puppy had his leg stepped on by his mother causing excruciating pain. The breeders were taking the puppy to the veterinarians every day and using warm oven mittens for his leg. At one point he was in terrible pain for 24 straight hours. The veterinarian did not think he was going to survive, but this little puppy fought through his pain and was soon able to join his brothers and sisters. Although he recovered fully from his leg injury, I assumed correctly no one wanted him because of his leg. Because I know what it is like not being wanted, I knew this puppy was for me.
When I first joined this site, I wrote a story from Dylan's point of vie on how he was chosen. For those who have not read it, enjoy.
A Dog's Tail, uh, I Mean Tale
Hi! My name is Dylan. I am a seven-year-old Golden Retriever and this is my story! I was born in late November in 1992. I had four brothers and five sisters. I don't remember how old I was at the time, a few weeks I think, but anyway I was lying close to my mother and she rolled over and landed on my leg. The result was I started howling in pain and my leg was severely bruised. My mother's masters picked me up and took me to the veterinarian. I did not know what was going on at the veterinarian’s office but I saw him shaking his head. I did not realize it then but I guess he did not think I was going to live. But the veterinarian did give me some shots to ease the pain.
When I got home, my leg started to hurt again and I started to howl in pain. My mother's masters spent the next 48 hours warming my leg with a heated oven mitt. But the pain was still so intense, I did net think I was going to survive. But after a few days, the pain started to go away. Pretty soon there was no pain at all. Finally after a week, I was able to go back to my mother and my brothers and sisters.
I had a great time. I was with my mother who was feeding me, bathed me with her wet tongue, and boy I tell you that felt good. She was also careful not to step on my leg again. I also had a great time playing with my brothers and sisters. We got into everything. We would fight over clothing, playing tug 0' war with it. We were teething and were chewing everything in sight. We would chase each other and have mock fights. When we tired and got hungry, there was always mom around for comfort and a good meal.
One day when our mom's masters took her out for her walk, we waited, as usual, for her return. But we waited and waited, but she did not show up. When it was time for us to eat, instead of our mother's milk, we had this strange food in our dish. Well, we were hungry and if you will excuse the expression, pigged out. Pretty soon we got used to the idea mom was not coming back, but I still miss her.
Well, I thought to myself, at least I still have my brothers and sisters. But soon after mom left, a bunch of strangers started showing up in the basement where we were kept. They started to play with us and we chewed at their clothing. Then after a while, these strangers started to take my brothers and sisters away. The way I figured it out was that these Strangers were taking us home as pets where they would play with us all of the time. I anxiously waited my turn. I put on my best show so I would be picked. But as more and more strangers came, no one was anxious to pick me. I gathered it was because I had a bad leg!!!. I was getting really depressed. .A week had passed and there was only my brother and I left. I had given up all hope of somebody taking me home with them. Then on a Friday night, a young man came down to look at us. He played with us, but I figured he would choose my brother. Then I saw this strange young man talking to my mother's master and then he looked over at me with a sad look on his face. All of a sudden a big grin came across his face and the next thing I knew this young man was picking me up and taking me home with him. I was so happy, I started licking his face or in dog terms, giving him kisses. When he would address me, he kept calling me Dylan. It took a while, but I figured out that was my name Hmm, I thought. Dylan! I liked that. I saw my reflection in the mirror and I do look like a Dylan. I found out later that I was named after a famous musician, Bob Dylan. I felt really honored. My new master took me into his jeep. As he prepared to take me to my new home, I felt sad that I was leaving my birthplace. But at the same time, I looked forward to living with somebody whom I would have all to my self. To show my appreciation to my new best friend, I sat on his lap on our way to my new home.
DYLAN 1992-2004
Tramp-Six moths after Dylan's passing, I decided to get another Golden retriever. Since the breeder's where I got Dylan from were no longer in business, I had to find another breeder which I did after researching on the internet. When I found a reliable breeder, she said she had 4 males and 4 females, but the females were already spoken for. I said I wanted one of the 4 remaining males. She said if I put down a deposit, I could have the pick of the four males. I asked her to mail me a picture of the 4 Golden retriever puppies and she said she would when they were old enough. I waited on pins and needles for those pictures to arrive. One night, I dreamed I was going to look at the puppies. As I was walking to the breeder's house, I noticed my late dog Dylan, was walking along side of me. I felt he was there to help me pick out a puppy. In my dream, when the breeder showed me the puppies, I saw the one I wanted and told the breeder which one I wanted. When I woke up the next day, I checked my e-mail and guess what? The puppy I chose in my dream was in the picture the breeder showed me. When I called the breeder and told her which puppy one and why I wanted that one, she was relieved because other people seeking Golden puppies did not want the one I chose because he was the runt of the litter and much darker than the other ones. Again, I know what it was like not being wanted so I was very happy choosing the runt of the litter.
TRAMP 2005-
APOLLO-1973-1991
DYLAN-It was six months since Apollo passed on and I wanted to get another dog. My landlord suggested either a Golden or a Labrador retriever. I decided on getting a Golden retriever. My landlord knew of a couple that raised Golden retrievers and he gave me their phone number. It turned out I knew the breeder's wife quite well. When I got to the breeder's house, I was taken to the basement where ten Golden retriever puppies were kept. The breeder opened their cage and all of them jumped on me pulling and tugging at my clothing. The breeder put eight of the puppies, who were already spoken for, back in the cage and showed me two of them that were still available. I did not know which one of the two I wanted until the breeder told me about one of them. It seems that this one puppy had his leg stepped on by his mother causing excruciating pain. The breeders were taking the puppy to the veterinarians every day and using warm oven mittens for his leg. At one point he was in terrible pain for 24 straight hours. The veterinarian did not think he was going to survive, but this little puppy fought through his pain and was soon able to join his brothers and sisters. Although he recovered fully from his leg injury, I assumed correctly no one wanted him because of his leg. Because I know what it is like not being wanted, I knew this puppy was for me.
When I first joined this site, I wrote a story from Dylan's point of vie on how he was chosen. For those who have not read it, enjoy.
A Dog's Tail, uh, I Mean Tale
Hi! My name is Dylan. I am a seven-year-old Golden Retriever and this is my story! I was born in late November in 1992. I had four brothers and five sisters. I don't remember how old I was at the time, a few weeks I think, but anyway I was lying close to my mother and she rolled over and landed on my leg. The result was I started howling in pain and my leg was severely bruised. My mother's masters picked me up and took me to the veterinarian. I did not know what was going on at the veterinarian’s office but I saw him shaking his head. I did not realize it then but I guess he did not think I was going to live. But the veterinarian did give me some shots to ease the pain.
When I got home, my leg started to hurt again and I started to howl in pain. My mother's masters spent the next 48 hours warming my leg with a heated oven mitt. But the pain was still so intense, I did net think I was going to survive. But after a few days, the pain started to go away. Pretty soon there was no pain at all. Finally after a week, I was able to go back to my mother and my brothers and sisters.
I had a great time. I was with my mother who was feeding me, bathed me with her wet tongue, and boy I tell you that felt good. She was also careful not to step on my leg again. I also had a great time playing with my brothers and sisters. We got into everything. We would fight over clothing, playing tug 0' war with it. We were teething and were chewing everything in sight. We would chase each other and have mock fights. When we tired and got hungry, there was always mom around for comfort and a good meal.
One day when our mom's masters took her out for her walk, we waited, as usual, for her return. But we waited and waited, but she did not show up. When it was time for us to eat, instead of our mother's milk, we had this strange food in our dish. Well, we were hungry and if you will excuse the expression, pigged out. Pretty soon we got used to the idea mom was not coming back, but I still miss her.
Well, I thought to myself, at least I still have my brothers and sisters. But soon after mom left, a bunch of strangers started showing up in the basement where we were kept. They started to play with us and we chewed at their clothing. Then after a while, these strangers started to take my brothers and sisters away. The way I figured it out was that these Strangers were taking us home as pets where they would play with us all of the time. I anxiously waited my turn. I put on my best show so I would be picked. But as more and more strangers came, no one was anxious to pick me. I gathered it was because I had a bad leg!!!. I was getting really depressed. .A week had passed and there was only my brother and I left. I had given up all hope of somebody taking me home with them. Then on a Friday night, a young man came down to look at us. He played with us, but I figured he would choose my brother. Then I saw this strange young man talking to my mother's master and then he looked over at me with a sad look on his face. All of a sudden a big grin came across his face and the next thing I knew this young man was picking me up and taking me home with him. I was so happy, I started licking his face or in dog terms, giving him kisses. When he would address me, he kept calling me Dylan. It took a while, but I figured out that was my name Hmm, I thought. Dylan! I liked that. I saw my reflection in the mirror and I do look like a Dylan. I found out later that I was named after a famous musician, Bob Dylan. I felt really honored. My new master took me into his jeep. As he prepared to take me to my new home, I felt sad that I was leaving my birthplace. But at the same time, I looked forward to living with somebody whom I would have all to my self. To show my appreciation to my new best friend, I sat on his lap on our way to my new home.
DYLAN 1992-2004
Tramp-Six moths after Dylan's passing, I decided to get another Golden retriever. Since the breeder's where I got Dylan from were no longer in business, I had to find another breeder which I did after researching on the internet. When I found a reliable breeder, she said she had 4 males and 4 females, but the females were already spoken for. I said I wanted one of the 4 remaining males. She said if I put down a deposit, I could have the pick of the four males. I asked her to mail me a picture of the 4 Golden retriever puppies and she said she would when they were old enough. I waited on pins and needles for those pictures to arrive. One night, I dreamed I was going to look at the puppies. As I was walking to the breeder's house, I noticed my late dog Dylan, was walking along side of me. I felt he was there to help me pick out a puppy. In my dream, when the breeder showed me the puppies, I saw the one I wanted and told the breeder which one I wanted. When I woke up the next day, I checked my e-mail and guess what? The puppy I chose in my dream was in the picture the breeder showed me. When I called the breeder and told her which puppy one and why I wanted that one, she was relieved because other people seeking Golden puppies did not want the one I chose because he was the runt of the litter and much darker than the other ones. Again, I know what it was like not being wanted so I was very happy choosing the runt of the litter.
TRAMP 2005-
Those are great stories, Rem
Judy, Buffy and Kharma's breeder, chose her for me and held her without asking for a deposit. Kharma was everyone's first choice of the females but Judy told them she already had a home.
Bimmer -- well, he was meant to be mine. I'd lost my Bear, the big GSD/Akita mix I'd had for over 10 years (he'd been around 5 years old when we found each other at the pound) and was seeking another GSDX. One of my clients happened across an add at the farm coop where he lived, several counties away, for some puppies that someone had dumped out at a farm. I called the number and left a message. She called me back later and told me she'd given the last one away that morning -- that's where she was when I'd called. We talked for quite awhile.
Several weeks later she called me back. The puppy had turned up at her doorstep again. The woman who had taken him kept him tied in the yard and a group of men in a pickup truck had been coming by, cutting the rope and throwing things at him. The first couple of times she'd gone after him and brought him back home, but this time he'd found his way -- over two miles away -- back to the farm where he'd only spent a week as a young puppy.
So, the lady with the farm called me to ask me if I still wanted him. I drove 2 hours out to get him after my last day of work. I'd planned on going to get him the next day, borrowing my parents' minivan rather than bringing a puppy home in the 750il, but I decided not to wait. I stopped and bought a seat harness and a crate pad for him to sit on and went to get him.
He decided he was going home with me immediately. They invited me to stay and have dinner with them and when it was time to go he was ready. He climbed right up into the passenger's seat and never looked back. He rode the entire 3 hours home with his little nose laying across my leg and never stirred. Caroline, when I talked to her later, said at first it had kind of hurt her feelings because he didn't cry after her, but after she thought about it, it made her quite happy because she knew he was my dog and she'd gotten him home where he belonged.
Judy, Buffy and Kharma's breeder, chose her for me and held her without asking for a deposit. Kharma was everyone's first choice of the females but Judy told them she already had a home.
Bimmer -- well, he was meant to be mine. I'd lost my Bear, the big GSD/Akita mix I'd had for over 10 years (he'd been around 5 years old when we found each other at the pound) and was seeking another GSDX. One of my clients happened across an add at the farm coop where he lived, several counties away, for some puppies that someone had dumped out at a farm. I called the number and left a message. She called me back later and told me she'd given the last one away that morning -- that's where she was when I'd called. We talked for quite awhile.
Several weeks later she called me back. The puppy had turned up at her doorstep again. The woman who had taken him kept him tied in the yard and a group of men in a pickup truck had been coming by, cutting the rope and throwing things at him. The first couple of times she'd gone after him and brought him back home, but this time he'd found his way -- over two miles away -- back to the farm where he'd only spent a week as a young puppy.
So, the lady with the farm called me to ask me if I still wanted him. I drove 2 hours out to get him after my last day of work. I'd planned on going to get him the next day, borrowing my parents' minivan rather than bringing a puppy home in the 750il, but I decided not to wait. I stopped and bought a seat harness and a crate pad for him to sit on and went to get him.
He decided he was going home with me immediately. They invited me to stay and have dinner with them and when it was time to go he was ready. He climbed right up into the passenger's seat and never looked back. He rode the entire 3 hours home with his little nose laying across my leg and never stirred. Caroline, when I talked to her later, said at first it had kind of hurt her feelings because he didn't cry after her, but after she thought about it, it made her quite happy because she knew he was my dog and she'd gotten him home where he belonged.
Mary, i just knew when i opened her sack and rubbed her dry that this would be my girl.
Victor because he looked a little like Bronki and i was hoping that he would help mary and me get over our grief from her son's passing. I was hoping he would be like Bronki, which is just so not possible. THere was only one Bronki and there is only one Victor.
Pepper was laying in the road in front of my car. Half frozen. No way i could go past her, and no one would take her after i brought her home. Now that i have put a hard year's work into her, i don't want to part with her even tho i should.
Victor because he looked a little like Bronki and i was hoping that he would help mary and me get over our grief from her son's passing. I was hoping he would be like Bronki, which is just so not possible. THere was only one Bronki and there is only one Victor.
Pepper was laying in the road in front of my car. Half frozen. No way i could go past her, and no one would take her after i brought her home. Now that i have put a hard year's work into her, i don't want to part with her even tho i should.
I didn't buy Cider. She was adorable though. I just think it's cute. You have the tramp, and I've got Lady (buff american cocker spaniel).
Smudge was picked due to his breeding and being the only show quality boy in that litter. Was tested for drive, was outgoing. I was sold and I hadn't met him yet.
Smudge was picked due to his breeding and being the only show quality boy in that litter. Was tested for drive, was outgoing. I was sold and I hadn't met him yet.
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I hadn't realized there had been a thread on this...anyways last night I was going through some boxes and found my childhood collection of disney movies and Lady and the tramp was on top. So I decided to turn it on for the pups. I've never seen them glued to the tv like they were last night.
and Zack has a new hero by the way....he loved the tramp. Every time he came on the screen Zack would lift his head up. Zack is a bit of a free spirit himself......Sasha is more like lady.
But It was fun to watch them watch that.
anyways its just funny because it must be something about the ears because the current dog I really like (but can't have) down at the shelter has those ears too.
Adopt a Labrador Retriever: Reba: Petfinder
and Zack has a new hero by the way....he loved the tramp. Every time he came on the screen Zack would lift his head up. Zack is a bit of a free spirit himself......Sasha is more like lady.
But It was fun to watch them watch that.
anyways its just funny because it must be something about the ears because the current dog I really like (but can't have) down at the shelter has those ears too.
Adopt a Labrador Retriever: Reba: Petfinder
With River and Shye.... I wanted a border collie... black and white..... preferably female.... they said they had them. I got there and there were three males far older than they'd told me and all tri but not really striking tri's. I thought, what the hey... I've come all this way. I should at least look. I did.... and River... little puppy River came bounding up, set his head in my hands and looked up into my eyes with this loving, sad look that screamed "YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME WITH YOU." I was in love..... and Shye... I felt bad for. He was shy and timid and wouldn't come see me... he cowered in the back of the kennel and hid his face. He was everything you are supposed to avoid in a puppy. I could just see playing over and over and over in my head some horrible person tearing him down instead of building him up and him being a dog that ends up in a shelter in a year because he bit someone out of fear and is put down because he's a dangerous dog. I didn't want that for him. So.... he came with me too.
Azzy and Ransom I went to see about a blue merle.... Azzy caught my eye as just being GORGEOUS and came up and licked my face. I was in luv then and there. Ransom sat back and looked at me the whole time.... the other pups just played and wore themselves out jumping on each other to get to me. When everyone else started to nod off, Ransom walked up and I picked him up... he grunted.... put his head on my shoulder and acted like this was where he was born to be. He picked me.
Azzy and Ransom I went to see about a blue merle.... Azzy caught my eye as just being GORGEOUS and came up and licked my face. I was in luv then and there. Ransom sat back and looked at me the whole time.... the other pups just played and wore themselves out jumping on each other to get to me. When everyone else started to nod off, Ransom walked up and I picked him up... he grunted.... put his head on my shoulder and acted like this was where he was born to be. He picked me.
Zoey - I was put infront of 4 puppies. One male, three females. I was told to pick a pup. That little mismarked merle called to me with her madscientist eyes, and from the day we picked her up, I haven't regreted picking her.
Bella - I only half picked Bella, and I didn't pick her until she fully picked me. From the day I met her, when she belonged to someone else, she came to me, cuddled me, ran off to play with something, then came back to me. After that she'd cry and scream every time she heard my voice - and once it was clear to me she wasn't getting what she needed metally or physically there, I had to have her. She's made me crazy since bringing her home, but I love her.
And Psyche - I saw her ad on Kijiji.ca as a young female border collie/lab looking for a home, and I looked at ther pictures, and I knew I had to atleast meet her. It wasn't until I saw her running, chasing the little boy around that I knew I had to have her. That little pup had put all her love into that little boy, and I thought that if she needed to be taken from one person she loved, I'd like to be the person she focused all that love on after. And she has.
Bella - I only half picked Bella, and I didn't pick her until she fully picked me. From the day I met her, when she belonged to someone else, she came to me, cuddled me, ran off to play with something, then came back to me. After that she'd cry and scream every time she heard my voice - and once it was clear to me she wasn't getting what she needed metally or physically there, I had to have her. She's made me crazy since bringing her home, but I love her.
And Psyche - I saw her ad on Kijiji.ca as a young female border collie/lab looking for a home, and I looked at ther pictures, and I knew I had to atleast meet her. It wasn't until I saw her running, chasing the little boy around that I knew I had to have her. That little pup had put all her love into that little boy, and I thought that if she needed to be taken from one person she loved, I'd like to be the person she focused all that love on after. And she has.