Post by heavyhitterokra on Sept 21, 2021 0:29:58 GMT -6
This thread is carried over from a conversation started on the Windridge Okra Thread. Bon mentioned something about a dog in the background of a photo and I thought it would be a good opportunity to start a thread about dogs; they are such a big part of our lives, they deserve a little screen time too. (Thanks, guys! Those are wonderful stories. I really enjoyed reading them. Looking forward to more.)
Bon's Comment: Good job, the dog is so adorb. "Whatcha doing with Daddy?"
Hedgeapple's reply: His name is Nev and we adopted him through a rescue in Arkansas. I've had a few dogs and he is one of the best. He is a lap hog, infinitely patient with my 9yo, lets us know if anyone comes within a block of the house, cleans the floor (if it is edible), and is a stone cold mole killer. ❤
Bon's reply: I understand this! If you would humor me to tell you a bit of a back story. My mother had palomino quarter horses with the rigs to the 9 yards including those shiny little silver buckles and silver weavings on the saddle, bridles and, yes, the blanket. I'd come home with all kinds a blue ribbons from the horse shows.
My taste in dogs has been just as arrogant. I favor the keen intelligent types. I've never had a dobi, but it would be a dream for me. As a hobby from the time I was a child, I trained them, worked with them and they never left my side. Poodles are cute, but I frowned on them with disdain. I didn't understand why anyone would want useless dogs, except for vanity.
I ended up rescuing k9 academy dogs. That's the good part of it all. Not every pup makes it through the academy to be welcomed into the police force. They put the rejects down. Without a good handler, they're just too dangerous. So they would always ask if I had room and time.
I remember Daisy. She never left my side. If I was down in the back, she laid by the bed until I got up no matter how uncomfortable she was. While I was drying dishes, she'd open the cabinet doors for me. She knew what went where. She'd put her nose to my feet when I was sitting at my desk working. If my feet were too cold, she'd lay on them to warm them up. She could read the tone of my voice, discern my intent by my facial features and I hardly ever had to say a word to her.
Incredible! But wait . . .
The last one I got was a mutt. The female breeder got knocked up by the neighborhood boxer. Easily spooked and too much emotion to be any real good at a solid training foundation. He was just a regular dog (for my daughter). He has the colorings, strength and agility of the belgium malanoise, the keen intelligence to satisfy my ego, but that boxer, no matter how much he wants to work, he'd rather stay indoors with the family no matter how bored he gets. He is so playful. It's the boxer in him. So much fun.
My God, I've been missing out all these years. He's just a lovable member of my family and I dunno what I'd do without him. He's all about love and a bit of doggie intelligence to know to probably rip the hide off anyone trying to hurt my daughter but he might get confused unless it was obvious. No real attack dog. He impresses me by licking my tears away, laying his head in my lap when I am depressed and cries when the kids seem to be missing or one of the family members is missing. I didn't train him to do these things. He isn't there to suit my fancy. He just does all these things because he loves us.
All those other dogs were just slaves. Their breed demands to work all the time. It's in their nature, but they don't get to love people. They only love working. They were just born to be slaves.
Mutts are better!
Bon's Comment: Good job, the dog is so adorb. "Whatcha doing with Daddy?"
Hedgeapple's reply: His name is Nev and we adopted him through a rescue in Arkansas. I've had a few dogs and he is one of the best. He is a lap hog, infinitely patient with my 9yo, lets us know if anyone comes within a block of the house, cleans the floor (if it is edible), and is a stone cold mole killer. ❤
Bon's reply: I understand this! If you would humor me to tell you a bit of a back story. My mother had palomino quarter horses with the rigs to the 9 yards including those shiny little silver buckles and silver weavings on the saddle, bridles and, yes, the blanket. I'd come home with all kinds a blue ribbons from the horse shows.
My taste in dogs has been just as arrogant. I favor the keen intelligent types. I've never had a dobi, but it would be a dream for me. As a hobby from the time I was a child, I trained them, worked with them and they never left my side. Poodles are cute, but I frowned on them with disdain. I didn't understand why anyone would want useless dogs, except for vanity.
I ended up rescuing k9 academy dogs. That's the good part of it all. Not every pup makes it through the academy to be welcomed into the police force. They put the rejects down. Without a good handler, they're just too dangerous. So they would always ask if I had room and time.
I remember Daisy. She never left my side. If I was down in the back, she laid by the bed until I got up no matter how uncomfortable she was. While I was drying dishes, she'd open the cabinet doors for me. She knew what went where. She'd put her nose to my feet when I was sitting at my desk working. If my feet were too cold, she'd lay on them to warm them up. She could read the tone of my voice, discern my intent by my facial features and I hardly ever had to say a word to her.
Incredible! But wait . . .
The last one I got was a mutt. The female breeder got knocked up by the neighborhood boxer. Easily spooked and too much emotion to be any real good at a solid training foundation. He was just a regular dog (for my daughter). He has the colorings, strength and agility of the belgium malanoise, the keen intelligence to satisfy my ego, but that boxer, no matter how much he wants to work, he'd rather stay indoors with the family no matter how bored he gets. He is so playful. It's the boxer in him. So much fun.
My God, I've been missing out all these years. He's just a lovable member of my family and I dunno what I'd do without him. He's all about love and a bit of doggie intelligence to know to probably rip the hide off anyone trying to hurt my daughter but he might get confused unless it was obvious. No real attack dog. He impresses me by licking my tears away, laying his head in my lap when I am depressed and cries when the kids seem to be missing or one of the family members is missing. I didn't train him to do these things. He isn't there to suit my fancy. He just does all these things because he loves us.
All those other dogs were just slaves. Their breed demands to work all the time. It's in their nature, but they don't get to love people. They only love working. They were just born to be slaves.
Mutts are better!