Your heart dog
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My HEART dog is Buster we go everywhere together, he`s a super Dobe, protective and loyal, coudn`t ask for more. I think he understands about 50 words easily. He`s a Rescue Dobe and we got together through Dobermann Rescue UK, best thing I`ve ever done. Maybe it`s the rescue thing that creates a strong bond after being ditched once already, Brunek is the same but more laid back (chocolate Dobe ) not sure about little Kenzie, he`s still a young hooligan, like most young Dobes.
What a neat phrase- your heart dog. I personally identify my "heart dog" as being the first one who opened my heart enough for me to experience the love I can now feel for all my animals...but in my case I had a "heart horse". His name was Star High, I had him from childhood, and he really showed me how to let animals into my heart. His death inspired me to write a real tear jerker poem called "An Epitaph for Two When Mortality Expires"- in dedication for all of us when we lose our "heart animal". I'll post it in a new thread if anyone wishes to read it and remember...
Beautiful stories and a lovely poem Luvinbullies. Skye is my heart dog. When I got her I had been told some time before that I would never carry a baby to term. At first I was devastated but had come to terms with that. When we settled here and the time was right I started looking for my dog. I wanted a GSD and looked high and low. To cut long story short I found instead a litter of Boxers. One little female was just tumbling over herself trying to get to me. I took her in my arms and ... that was it
To everyone's astonishment I learned soon after getting Skye that I was pregnant. I walked on glass that whole pregnancy convinced that I'd lose the baby. (**** that doctor to hell for putting me through that!) SKye, a rambunctious bouncy boxer seemed to understand and though we had a lot of fun during that time she saved her roughhousing for everybody else and her loving for me. She'd lean against my leg or lie across my legs. She never left my side and at times I told her I was going to change her name to Shadow.
I was worried that Skye would be jealous of the baby. Though I had no need to worry then or later when my second child was born. As Skye's place in the pack was gently adjusted she just went with the flow. My boy learned to walk hanging on Skye's collar.
Her favourite time of day (and mine, ssshhh is when the kids are finally tucked up in bed. Then and only then she comes over to the sofa and asks me to come up. I pat a place by my side and she clambers up, lays beside me lets out a long shuddering sigh and closes her eyes.
I, too, get teary when I think of losing my girl. I can't imagine not having her by my side. I hope that day is a long time away.
To everyone's astonishment I learned soon after getting Skye that I was pregnant. I walked on glass that whole pregnancy convinced that I'd lose the baby. (**** that doctor to hell for putting me through that!) SKye, a rambunctious bouncy boxer seemed to understand and though we had a lot of fun during that time she saved her roughhousing for everybody else and her loving for me. She'd lean against my leg or lie across my legs. She never left my side and at times I told her I was going to change her name to Shadow.
I was worried that Skye would be jealous of the baby. Though I had no need to worry then or later when my second child was born. As Skye's place in the pack was gently adjusted she just went with the flow. My boy learned to walk hanging on Skye's collar.
Her favourite time of day (and mine, ssshhh
is when the kids are finally tucked up in bed. Then and only then she comes over to the sofa and asks me to come up. I pat a place by my side and she clambers up, lays beside me lets out a long shuddering sigh and closes her eyes.I, too, get teary when I think of losing my girl. I can't imagine not having her by my side. I hope that day is a long time away.
i believe yoshi is my heart dog
she's not the most well behaved dog, she gets excited with new people and she's got a little bit of seperation anxiety. but she's so loving. she always knows when i'm tired or sick and she'll curl up on top of me she has no idea how big she is lol. at night she'll lay right next to me and shove her head under my arm so my arm is around her all night. she knows if my knee is hurting me *numerous injuries have completely crapped my knee up*
when i go camping she always goes, i can let her off her leash and she stays near me. even when she runs off to checks omething if i call she'll stop and come back . she sleeps in the tent with me and even goes swimming with me. she doesn't like to be under the covers but she'll sleep on top of them and under them ONCE IN A WHILE when it's cold.
i got her when i was living pay check to pay check, i was renting a room in the upstairs of a ladys house, i was making 5.15 an hour working p/t and paying 400/month rent. i had run away from home and didn't have contact with any of my family. in short it was the worst time in my life to have gotten a dog. but i did it anyway. she wasn't my first choice but when i found out they were going to put her down i changed my mind and took her, yet another thing i had known i shouldn't do. but i'm so glad i did.
yoshi has taught me how to budget my money much better. i have to worry about her food and vet bills and toys
there were some times when i couldn't afford to eat that night because i had to go buy yoshi food and when i gave it to her she'd look at me like 'mom why aren't you going to eat?'
she was there for me when i moved back home
she was there for me when i found out my parents where getting a divorce
she was there when my mom left
she was there when my car broke down, i didn't have any rides anywhere, and i was stranded at home
she was there when i got bronchitis and couldn't afford to go to the doctors.
now i'm in a permanent home, i get an extra 200 a month dedicated to yoshi while still being able to go out and have fun and i'm so happy to have my dog with me
she always looks me in the eye and she can read my facial expressions. i can read hers. i know when she's happy or when she's bored or tired. i know when she wants to play. she knows when i'm tired, when i'm being lazy, when i'm trying to work when i need a cuddle i've never been closer to a dog then i am with yoshi, she's not my dog she's my best friend
sry for such a long post ^_^;;
she's not the most well behaved dog, she gets excited with new people and she's got a little bit of seperation anxiety. but she's so loving. she always knows when i'm tired or sick and she'll curl up on top of me she has no idea how big she is lol. at night she'll lay right next to me and shove her head under my arm so my arm is around her all night. she knows if my knee is hurting me *numerous injuries have completely crapped my knee up*
when i go camping she always goes, i can let her off her leash and she stays near me. even when she runs off to checks omething if i call she'll stop and come back . she sleeps in the tent with me and even goes swimming with me. she doesn't like to be under the covers but she'll sleep on top of them and under them ONCE IN A WHILE when it's cold.
i got her when i was living pay check to pay check, i was renting a room in the upstairs of a ladys house, i was making 5.15 an hour working p/t and paying 400/month rent. i had run away from home and didn't have contact with any of my family. in short it was the worst time in my life to have gotten a dog. but i did it anyway. she wasn't my first choice but when i found out they were going to put her down i changed my mind and took her, yet another thing i had known i shouldn't do. but i'm so glad i did.
yoshi has taught me how to budget my money much better. i have to worry about her food and vet bills and toys
there were some times when i couldn't afford to eat that night because i had to go buy yoshi food and when i gave it to her she'd look at me like 'mom why aren't you going to eat?'
she was there for me when i moved back home
she was there for me when i found out my parents where getting a divorce
she was there when my mom left
she was there when my car broke down, i didn't have any rides anywhere, and i was stranded at home
she was there when i got bronchitis and couldn't afford to go to the doctors.
now i'm in a permanent home, i get an extra 200 a month dedicated to yoshi while still being able to go out and have fun and i'm so happy to have my dog with me
she always looks me in the eye and she can read my facial expressions. i can read hers. i know when she's happy or when she's bored or tired. i know when she wants to play. she knows when i'm tired, when i'm being lazy, when i'm trying to work when i need a cuddle
i've never been closer to a dog then i am with yoshi, she's not my dog she's my best friend sry for such a long post ^_^;;
Casey is my heart dog, I know that for sure. I love everything about her, shes an amazing friend who I love with all my heart. So friendly and gentle but at the same time so strong. I would do anything to protect her and she would do anything to protect me. I trust her and understand her, I can read that dog like a book lol. I don't know what I'd do without her, I don't rely on anyone but I rely on her.
I've been thinking about this for a little bit. At first I was going to say that Nikki (may she rest in peace) was my first heart dog. After all, she was the dog who I literally grew up with. When I had problems, we'd go for a nice slow walk, off leash, and I would just think about it and it was as if she heard my thoughts... She was the one who got me completely addicted to walking or hiking off leash, and I think its an important bonding time for any of my dogs. But after thinking about it for quite a bit, there's no doubt that Nikki was "Dad's dog." She was totally devoted to him, and she'd go to him over me without thinking twice. But we also had a special bond, I'm not sure what to call it, but there'll always be a special place in my heart for her
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So, then, naturally I think everybody knows the answer to this. Others on Chaz pointed it out to me quite a while ago (i think we had a similar thread??)
Maddie is "my" "first" dog. I've had fosters, and dogs that were 'family' dogs, but there's just something about Maddie... idk... we are totally devoted to each other. She feeds off of my emotions and will come to me and react in an appropriate way --- I don't really know how to explain it. The things that are unsaid; that don't need to be said, with Maddie. Everything that was previously posted seems to apply to Maddie as well. We go everywhere together. She's like my child, my sister, sometimes she tried to act motherly, and most of all she's my best friend...
Because I can't think of any other way to put it, she's my heart dog
Missy's really working on something special, too. Out of all the pound dogs, all the fosters, it was just meant to be. She's like one of my limbs... LOL... my right arm...
I've never been more attached or more devoted to anything as I am with my two grrls, right now. . .
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Maddie is "my" "first" dog. I've had fosters, and dogs that were 'family' dogs, but there's just something about Maddie... idk... we are totally devoted to each other. She feeds off of my emotions and will come to me and react in an appropriate way --- I don't really know how to explain it. The things that are unsaid; that don't need to be said, with Maddie. Everything that was previously posted seems to apply to Maddie as well. We go everywhere together. She's like my child, my sister, sometimes she tried to act motherly, and most of all she's my best friend...
Because I can't think of any other way to put it, she's my heart dog
Missy's really working on something special, too. Out of all the pound dogs, all the fosters, it was just meant to be. She's like one of my limbs... LOL... my right arm...
I've never been more attached or more devoted to anything as I am with my two grrls, right now. . .
The story of my heart dog is an extremely sad one. I don't think I've ever posted it before...it hurt too much. Still does.
My heart dog was Odin. I adopted him as a skinny, malnourished "Shepherd X" puppy from the animal shelter. He was the first dog that ware truly mine, not a family dog.
I was a college student, going through a hard time in my life. Odin was always there for me. We clicked on such an emotional level. I think it's because we recognized each other as two lost souls.
When Odin was about 8 months old, I called the Humane Society to give them and update and tell them what a wonderful dog he was. That's when the bad news hit. My "Shepherd X" was really the result of the breeding between a husky-wolf hybrid and a very aggressive and unstable rottweiler in an attempt to create "bad@ss" dogs. The BYB was trying to dump off more puppies (he got rid of the ones he couldn't sell), and he admitted to dumping Odin previously. I was shocked by this, but loved Odin so much. I wouldn't get rid of him for the world.
Odin grew into the most gorgeous dog I'd ever seen. Size and build of a rott, beautiful husky coat and mask. He'd literally stop traffic when I took him for a walk...drivers would pull over to gawk at him and ask what breed he was.
But as he matured, the problems started. Odin had a very strong wolf temperament. All the dreaded problems that are associated with hybrids, he had. Resource aggression, fear aggression, extreme dominance issues. My lovely pup grew into a fearful, feral adult. I did all the training I could, but it didn't work. Odin wasn't meant to be a dog.
After he bit a visitor to my house (fortunately just a bruise, not drawing blood), I decided it was time. Odin was living a life of misery. My dog didn't know what was happening to him...he was fearful all the time, and lashing out in panic.
I talked to Odin about what I was going to do. It broke my heart when, like he always did, he understood. I took him to the vet. My dog, who had become incredibly fearful of strangers, made no move to panic or get away then the vet inserted the needle. I said goodbye and comforted Odin as he passed.
RIP Odin. I will see you over the bridge, someday.
My heart dog was Odin. I adopted him as a skinny, malnourished "Shepherd X" puppy from the animal shelter. He was the first dog that ware truly mine, not a family dog.
I was a college student, going through a hard time in my life. Odin was always there for me. We clicked on such an emotional level. I think it's because we recognized each other as two lost souls.
When Odin was about 8 months old, I called the Humane Society to give them and update and tell them what a wonderful dog he was. That's when the bad news hit. My "Shepherd X" was really the result of the breeding between a husky-wolf hybrid and a very aggressive and unstable rottweiler in an attempt to create "bad@ss" dogs. The BYB was trying to dump off more puppies (he got rid of the ones he couldn't sell), and he admitted to dumping Odin previously. I was shocked by this, but loved Odin so much. I wouldn't get rid of him for the world.
Odin grew into the most gorgeous dog I'd ever seen. Size and build of a rott, beautiful husky coat and mask. He'd literally stop traffic when I took him for a walk...drivers would pull over to gawk at him and ask what breed he was.
But as he matured, the problems started. Odin had a very strong wolf temperament. All the dreaded problems that are associated with hybrids, he had. Resource aggression, fear aggression, extreme dominance issues. My lovely pup grew into a fearful, feral adult. I did all the training I could, but it didn't work. Odin wasn't meant to be a dog.
After he bit a visitor to my house (fortunately just a bruise, not drawing blood), I decided it was time. Odin was living a life of misery. My dog didn't know what was happening to him...he was fearful all the time, and lashing out in panic.
I talked to Odin about what I was going to do. It broke my heart when, like he always did, he understood. I took him to the vet. My dog, who had become incredibly fearful of strangers, made no move to panic or get away then the vet inserted the needle. I said goodbye and comforted Odin as he passed.
RIP Odin. I will see you over the bridge, someday.
I have to say I have three love of my life. One when I was a child, my uncle had a black lab named Napoleon. Best dog ever somehow, he dissapeard. Then as a teen, my uncle gave us Napoleon's son that he had named Mathuzalem mix colley/lab. Mat was the best dog eve never barked not even when he was sprayed by a skunk. I would even though I was a teen, get up early so he could have his walk before I went to school. then the 3rd is Frisco I went to pick him up when my kids were very young Frisco was a mix colley and newfy. we had him from the age of 4-5 weeks old till he was 11 when we had to put him down. He was the best ever. I still carry a braid of his hair in my wallet, the kids all have a braid with them in their jewelery boxes and his picture is still all over the house even if it's been 4 years. we miss him In many ways, as I told my husband just last week, there is times when it feels like he is in Ginger. it's hard to explain but she is a lot like he was maybe that's why we fell in love with her so much
Jim and i had a discussion once about the morning waking up with your dog. I called it the morning love in..NOT LOVIN Has always been my most special time too. Those few minutes when time doesn't matter and all is quiet. Bronki and now victor warm in my arms. Mary thumping her glorious good morning and grunting as she wriggles her way up (she too sleeps at the foot of the couch) so i know just what you mean. Jim had never had dogs before but i knew he knew just what i meant for Annie and Garg would greet each new day the same way. When i brought it up Jim's eyes had that look, what i call "the heart look" so he knew what i was trying to say.
GEmpress i am just so terribly sorry
Has always been my most special time too. Those few minutes when time doesn't matter and all is quiet. Bronki and now victor warm in my arms. Mary thumping her glorious good morning and grunting as she wriggles her way up (she too sleeps at the foot of the couch) so i know just what you mean. Jim had never had dogs before but i knew he knew just what i meant for Annie and Garg would greet each new day the same way. When i brought it up Jim's eyes had that look, what i call "the heart look" so he knew what i was trying to say.GEmpress i am just so terribly sorry
Sadly, I don't have many pictures of him. Most of them were on my old computer, which crashed and lost everything. I'll try to dig up some more---I think I may have a few floating around somewhere. Here's a puppy picture of him. I think he was about 5 months old in this pic. He loved the snow. If you look at his face, you can see a bit of the wolf in his features.
I agree. Because of my experience with Odin, I am now extremely against the breeding of wolfdogs (hybrids). I know there are hybrids out there who are sweet, mellow, and as good a pet as any dog. Unfortunately, those are in the minority. I don't think it's worth breeding 5 wolfdogs to get one that has a suitable pet temperament.
I agree. Because of my experience with Odin, I am now extremely against the breeding of wolfdogs (hybrids). I know there are hybrids out there who are sweet, mellow, and as good a pet as any dog. Unfortunately, those are in the minority. I don't think it's worth breeding 5 wolfdogs to get one that has a suitable pet temperament.
I'm so sorry, Gempress. RIP to all the dogs who have been lost.
I've loved all my dogs, but Millie is my heart dog, and my mom's. She has been with me, through all the good times and the bad. SHe knows how I feel and acts accordingly. She comforts me when I need it, and she's always there to rest her head on my lap, and look up at me with her soulful eyes, that are just pools of love. She is part of my Mandy who had to put down and reminds me of her mama.
When my mom had cancer and was going through chemo and radiation, she would nuzzle and "tuck her in" but nudging blankets around the edge of her body. When she was having trouble or having a really bad spasm Millie would come and get us. My mom said that when it felt like she wasn't going to wake up if she kept sleeping she would reach out and touch Millie and she would bring her back.
The love I feel for her is just something I can't explain. I'd do anything for her, and she'd do absolutely everything for me. I don't know how I'm going to deal with losing her. How could life be without her? I don't know how I'll manage.
I've loved all my dogs, but Millie is my heart dog, and my mom's. She has been with me, through all the good times and the bad. SHe knows how I feel and acts accordingly. She comforts me when I need it, and she's always there to rest her head on my lap, and look up at me with her soulful eyes, that are just pools of love. She is part of my Mandy who had to put down and reminds me of her mama.
When my mom had cancer and was going through chemo and radiation, she would nuzzle and "tuck her in" but nudging blankets around the edge of her body. When she was having trouble or having a really bad spasm Millie would come and get us. My mom said that when it felt like she wasn't going to wake up if she kept sleeping she would reach out and touch Millie and she would bring her back.
The love I feel for her is just something I can't explain. I'd do anything for her, and she'd do absolutely everything for me. I don't know how I'm going to deal with losing her. How could life be without her? I don't know how I'll manage.
Pixie-Stick of course . Pixie was/is my heart dog for so many reasons. I never had a dog so in tune with my feelings. She protected me and saved me life a few times. She was the shadow and my bestfriend. All my friends knew where I went Pixie went and the backseat of my car belonged to her . She shared my bed and snored like no other. But I enjoyed cuddling up next to her since she kept the bed so warm. I can't even put into words or decribe how much I loved that dog. She really made me a better person I beleive. And though I only had her for a short time (RIP) she will always be my heart dog.
. Pixie was/is my heart dog for so many reasons. I never had a dog so in tune with my feelings. She protected me and saved me life a few times. She was the shadow and my bestfriend. All my friends knew where I went Pixie went and the backseat of my car belonged to her . She shared my bed and snored like no other. But I enjoyed cuddling up next to her since she kept the bed so warm. I can't even put into words or decribe how much I loved that dog. She really made me a better person I beleive. And though I only had her for a short time (RIP) she will always be my heart dog.